[griffonwing]

Here is a lullabye that I've written. I have the music in my head. The last line is where I derived my internet nom de plume.


-----------Enter Into Dreams--A Lullaby-----------

Enter into dreams, O wondrous child,
Into thoughts of wonder and sights unseen.
Enter into dreams, O beautiful child,
To places you have never been.

Where visions course throughout eternity,
Where fantasy is turned reality.
Where rainbows spread their colors near and far,
And dewdrops quench the thirst of every flower.

Enter into dreams, O wondrous child,
Imagination, love and endless joys.
Enter into dreams, O beautiful child,
And behold the hidden lives of girls and boys.

With wonder and a child's innocent eyes,
A boy can be a hero if he tries.
When lost in hopes of fame and victory,
Eternal life and love will come to thee.

Enter into dreams, O wondrous child,
The time has come at last for you to rest.
Enter into dreams, O beautiful child,
Close your eyes tonight, and begin your quest.

In dresses, rich with lace of pearly white,
A girl's a little princess, a lovely sight.
In palace gardens serene, the sun a-shine,
Warming morning dew on ivy vine.

Enter into dreams, O wondrous child,
And find what you desire the most to be.
Enter into dreams, O beautiful child,
Till morning and your mother's face you'll see.

The blossoms and the lilies, fragrance sweet,
And the pastures and the fields of harvest wheat,
The place inside your mind where all is gay,
May the night protect you there and never stray.

Enter into dreams, O wondrous child,
Where eternal realms abound, and you are king.
Enter into dreams, O beautiful child,
May you soar into tomorrow on griffon's wing.

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Here's are a couple of free-verse attempts.

---------THE NEED-------------

I want.
I lie on cushions of leather and lace, and
I want.

I sit here in comfort of this
High-backed seventeenth-century Chesterfield
Smoking sweet Cuban cigars and
Sipping rich Oriental teas.

I stare blindly into
The burning hearth.
This yearning heart.

Phantom shadows of laughter
Pitter-patter across
The walls and ceiling.

I am a man of misery and wealth,
Jealous of the men of empty pockets
And children.

These glasses that frame my sight
Are of the color gold, not rose.

Old paintings adorn my walls whose
Time-worn canvases I would gladly rend
For a cheap Kodak of a family.

When seen by society, I am
A man of no needs.

But I want.

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And here is one written for a girl that I most recently came in contact with, after 12 years. This was writeen for her many years ago.

-----THE KISS-------

she
stands in fields
of wheat, in
linen the
colour of rush

a hand,
lightly calloused, sweeps
slowly across her
cheek,
around her ear, through
her hair

xxxxxxxxxxxxa slight gasp....a faint smile

an arm,
tender and strong, slides
softly down her
arm,
to her waist, around
her back

xxxxxxxxxxxxa nervous sigh....warm sweet breath

drawing her waist tightly...
bending her head gently...
he smiles

xxxxxxxxxxxxlove in his eyes....a smile true

leaning down, he
touches
softly his lips to the
corners of her
mouth

xxxxxxxxxxxxa soft purr....he feels her rise

he gently presses
his lips to
hers

as their mouths
open, their
tongues
are as waves
crashing
upon the shore