Song, the Last...a poem for IOM
Song, the Last, from Anthologia (A Garland of Verse) is one of the few things I've written under a different pen name, that of "Liz G. Burton". "Song" was my version of the last gift Gabrielle gave to her Warrior as she lay dying in the Bard's arms in the prison cell in Ides Of March. "Song" epitomizes my view of X&G's deep and everlasting love. A love that knows no boundaries, accepts no limitations, each heart willing to give to, and for, the other, wholly and without hesitation, at whatever cost ... knowing that the kind of, and the depth of, love they share is always and well worth any price. *Sniff sniff* Sorry, I was just reading the poem again while I added some images to it. And now I've gone and made myself cry. *Sniff* I'll be back. Gotta get another box of tissue. *G* I mean, Sniff! bama :)
Song...the last?
My love lies fallen,
lies bleeding in the snow.
I cannot take my eyes off her now,
Her eyes, filled with pain,
filled with fear.
I turn her head gently,
see her eyes look into mine,
and all fear and pain melt away,
the world melts away.
I melt into her eyes
and she into mine.
We lie sprawled on the dirt floor,
beaten and bleeding, trampled,
but not defeated.
Soon we will be Lifted,
soon to soar, souls free,
souls entwined with Love gifted,
together, souls taking winged flight,
soaring to heavenly climes
where neither fear nor pain,
nor even Death can touch us,
but only Love,
Love Living and Eternal.
My Love lies fallen,
Lies bleeding in the snow.
They beat us and push us--
push me and drag you--
across the snow.
The Other half of my Soul
lies fallen and
bleeding in the snow.
The One I love more than Life itself,
who lay bleeding and broken,
is now dragged across the snow.
I love you more dearly than Life
and Love itself.
I'd give anything I have,
anything at all right now
to save you from this.
I'd give my life, my love,
I'd give the whole World, right now
here and now,
to save you from this.
You, who gave me life,
gave me hope,
saved me from a lingering death
in a little village
where I never belonged.
You rode in, stole my heart,
tried to ride away again.
But I stole away.
My parents think you stole me from them,
nothing will ever convince them.
But all you stole that day
was my life, my heart and my breath away.
I couldn't let go of you then.
I won't let go of you now.
I waited my whole life for you,
don't you know that by now?
I took the steps that led to the path,
I took to the road to find you.
I traveled the twisted, winding roads
that have kept me with you.
You gave me love, gave me hope,
gave me Life--
now face we our Death.
Look at me, once more.
Feast your brokenness
upon the Love in my eyes.
Drown me in the Love in yours.
Gods, drown us both
in Love's Fiery Grace.
Arms flung wide,
this life's final Embrace.
When they cut us down,
when they their victory seek,
the only Victory, the only
Triumph they will find
will be not theirs--
but yours and mine.
No one here will they find,
our spirits long fled
to fiery heights,
our starry bed.
In vain their search for us
in our forsaken bodies here,
soldiers filled with hate,
filled with fear.
You and I will walk arm
in arm into Paradise.
Love's own, blest;
our Glory, sweet Eternal Rest.
And you will know
that all hate, all fear,
all longing, all pain
is gone, behind you, past.
And I know that when I
stand face to face
and look in Love's own eyes,
and see clearly,
and not as through dark glass,
the face I will see will be
the One I have long loved dearly,
all our pain forever past,
separate never again,
now truly and fully joined,
Eternally Together
...AT LAST.
The end of the Song
-- and the Lives --
of The Bard and her Warrior...?
Not Nearly The End
Copyright © 1999, 2003 bamaxena writing as "Liz G. Burton"
