The Hunter

This is the tale

of the hunter and hunted.

Night gathers and winter is here.

We find any fire to warm us.

 

We travel

seeking a home

a place away from the cold.

We settle, we live,

we move on, to return

We meet in eternal dance,

patterns change yet stay the same.

In time we meet again

 

As the stars appear

in the midnight sky

I see the light that shines

in your widening eyes

those well known eyes

I have seen before

 

When all journeys

are over and done

this beacon we lit

will guide us home

My Candle Burns

i take a flame, my

blessing candle

shines and burns.

i will light another at

the end, to bless us both,

for nothing truly ends

 

whatever comes of it

i shall always have the will

to keep it kindled, not

a flame guttering at the last,

it will always show the

way through even darkest night

 

this is my solemn vow to you, but

though it be hard to keep, ah

it is worth long vigil. my

valour vanquished foes,

the battle always won, and

when the night is over, oh

such victory is mine, my

foes become my friends

 

and here’s the path it shows, it

bathes us all in love, gives

my life a blessing spell, a

pool of bliss so lovely,

a glory, full of light!

 

*****

 

if you read the last word of each of my lines you will see a poem by Edna St Vincent Millay –

 

My candle burns at both ends;

It will not last the night;

But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—

It gives a lovely light!