Pendragon
09-16-2007, 11:19 AM
THE LOVERS
Darkness is a lady that dances with Light,
a gentleman, he, proud and noble.
The shapes they create with their intertwining bodies
cause the mind to grow giddy with disbelief.
And the eyes ask themselves if they really saw
the things the mind says simply cannot exist.
No finer dancers in the Universe exist,
weaving a pattern unmatched, Miss Darkness and Mr. Light.
The Earth is their stage, their dance familiar to anyone who ever saw
lovers playing together. It’s beautiful and noble.
Their spinning might cause even a Dervish to disbelieve.
They dance to the music of the heavenly bodies.
Wherever they touch, the joining of their bodies
produces offspring. Thus, Shadows exist,
often mistaken for evil by those who disbelieve,
and feel that Darkness truly has no place with Light.
But their love is undying; their romance something noble.
It’s just that people often don’t understand what they saw.
Lovers more tender, I’m sure you never saw,
their fingers lightly caressing each other’s bodies,
his face all aglow, throwing hers into a noble
silhouette. Without him, Lady Darkness cannot exist,
nor, without her to be near him, can Sir Light.
They could care less about your disbelief.
Misunderstandings are what always lead to disbelief,
the fear of the unknown; doubt in what you just saw.
He leaps into the air, spinning, lightly
tossing Darkness and catching her. His glow reflects from her body:
she eclipses his with a glow science says should not exist.
She smiles down at him, a princess, her noble
eyes reflecting his own nobility.
They merge into each other, causing disbelief,
the eyes unwilling to believe that such wonders exist.
They part again as if divided by a saw,
but there is never a true parting of their bodies,
and the Shadows play at the feet of Darkness and Light
two scions of a noble race that must surely exist
in spite of all your disbelief, are Darkness and Light.
Even now, I feel the touch of their bodies. Can you believe what I just saw?
Dale Harris
© 4/14/99
Darkness is a lady that dances with Light,
a gentleman, he, proud and noble.
The shapes they create with their intertwining bodies
cause the mind to grow giddy with disbelief.
And the eyes ask themselves if they really saw
the things the mind says simply cannot exist.
No finer dancers in the Universe exist,
weaving a pattern unmatched, Miss Darkness and Mr. Light.
The Earth is their stage, their dance familiar to anyone who ever saw
lovers playing together. It’s beautiful and noble.
Their spinning might cause even a Dervish to disbelieve.
They dance to the music of the heavenly bodies.
Wherever they touch, the joining of their bodies
produces offspring. Thus, Shadows exist,
often mistaken for evil by those who disbelieve,
and feel that Darkness truly has no place with Light.
But their love is undying; their romance something noble.
It’s just that people often don’t understand what they saw.
Lovers more tender, I’m sure you never saw,
their fingers lightly caressing each other’s bodies,
his face all aglow, throwing hers into a noble
silhouette. Without him, Lady Darkness cannot exist,
nor, without her to be near him, can Sir Light.
They could care less about your disbelief.
Misunderstandings are what always lead to disbelief,
the fear of the unknown; doubt in what you just saw.
He leaps into the air, spinning, lightly
tossing Darkness and catching her. His glow reflects from her body:
she eclipses his with a glow science says should not exist.
She smiles down at him, a princess, her noble
eyes reflecting his own nobility.
They merge into each other, causing disbelief,
the eyes unwilling to believe that such wonders exist.
They part again as if divided by a saw,
but there is never a true parting of their bodies,
and the Shadows play at the feet of Darkness and Light
two scions of a noble race that must surely exist
in spite of all your disbelief, are Darkness and Light.
Even now, I feel the touch of their bodies. Can you believe what I just saw?
Dale Harris
© 4/14/99