Violins with icicle tears
Mixed with fantasies and mystic fears:
Bring to my mind the dreams of old
And with them powers manifold
To control both love and lust
To make the world perfect and just
Or, at least, to make my goddess
And make her understand no less-
That I so loved her that I sent
Her my love, though it is but lent,
That she and I might grow far more
Close than those lovers of lore
Found on this Earth, universe, or
Whom Sharmayn and Arion bore-
Myshella, the Moon, and Syrar,
The Midnight Star, held far dearer
To the gods of the bright new world
Of Neverwhere while suns unfurled
Their arcing streams of plasmic light,
Slashing the sky and dark of night.
Like these gods, we shall ever be,
Not quite unlike the Trinity:
It shall be "You" and "Me" and "Us"
And of the gods, most humorous
And lively in our love's sportings-
Your laughter and my love's courting
To you, you bright and shining maid
On whose form the gods have laid
Their hopes and finest perfections
And given you me, Protection
Against the storms and the tempests
Sent by the Darkling apprentice
To vex us in our silent sun
And to destroy our love and fun.

To be continued....

Howard Scott
12 March 1988