Queen-Maiden of the Night Emerges from the Between

Queen-Maiden of the Night Emerges from the Between

Betwixt night and day

Betwixt falling and rising

Inflection points of Twisted strands

Somewhere beyond the veils of cycle and storm

   our Jewel-Maiden throws out the first glistening sparkle of light

There on a high hill back in time is the Gael mage reckoning

No one ever knows what waves of pain and pleasure will intersect one today

There is always and often the interface of emotion and being, the wave front

This is the first light of approach, the horizon of clash, a short and sacred instant

The gods can live long in this instant of interface which to us is unstable

Lives of grandiose bliss lost and hidden in a trick of the light

Food anchors the body and so we are locked in our flesh cases

We bound and bounce through the bounds of our finite kingdoms

   chasing the same spectres, hoping and searching for a glimpse of unknown lands

I long for a way, for a path to do what I know I can do

I long for a clan that subdues inertia

I sing love songs to the soul of nature

I long to bask in her awe

But alas it appears that humans have other plans and I struggle

Somewhere in this vast haystack is a needle or two, maybe

What has become of the moonless mages?

The water dragon cycle comes full circle

From the slaying of mother and father dragons hath we come

The struggle to evolve, to adapt to change for survival, consumes us

Habits enslave us, not others

Words pale to the color of pictures and movies and brightly lit neon worlds ensue

Pale monotonies linger neglected in the dusty abandoned basements of the past

Oh how a wish for a bubbly princess of power to summon the sleeping saviors

A nucleus, a center to uphold and hover about bonds erstwhile strangers

Fear is a boundary to intimacy

To be shunned and avoided is not so bad if the feeling is rather mutual

But somewhere in my mind is a vast and hidden wolfpack of great nobility

We wander off alone among strangers