Midsummer

I was told I am a wordsmith
But also that I am the third smith
For came before twice
My avatar who captivated souls his words with.

So as I drown your ears
In a melody of serenity
I hope to bind your fears
To be lost for all eternity.

When the air of morn
Is pierced and torn
By the sun’s javelin rays.
It is pure ecstasy
Your figure lying next to me
I’m complete till the end of days.

But woe is me that sojourn
In a love that’s but lost.
Is it that reckless robin?
Has on you this love juice cast?
The same that from Hermia stole
Lysander’ love
So tell me, goddess above
On what fortunate being hast fallen thy love?
And to me his secrets tell
For employing them I may quell.
And rebuke from me thy scoff.

If only I had known
To where love’s arrow flown.
O’er valleys low and hills high.
I swear I’d go I swear I’d try.

I’d pick this flower surely
‘Neath a moonlit sky.
Taking its juice purely.
Squeeze I this flower dry.

Anoint thou I
From sole to crown
Stalking I’d stay like a fox sly?
For the dawn of day
Upon me look, when you first open your eyes.

From where you went to me return.
Awaketh thou from this midsummer dream
Divinely made, our love’s fire burn
For us together, the teller of time hast seen.