Flight of the Passiondove

And it burns burns burns §o§ The Ring of Fire The Ring of Fire

Our Love is a flame Living within §o§ §o§ Our Love is alive Burning within § && §

Come on baby light my Fire

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§ }o{ § Wings on Flame Flames on Wings

There was a saviour Rarer than radium, Commoner than water, crueller than truth; - Children kept from the sun Assembled at his tongue - Prisoners of wishes locked in their eyes In the jails and studies of his keyless smiles. - - - The voice of children says From a lost wilderness There was calm to be done in his safe unrest, - - - There was glory to hear In the churches of his tears, Under his downy arm you sighed as he struck, - O you who could not cry On to the ground when a man died Put a tear for joy in the unearthly flood - - - - - - Two proud, blacked brothers cry, Winter-locked side by side, To this inhospitable hollow year, - - - Now break a giant tear for the little know fall, - - - See, alone in us, Our own true strangers’ dust - - - Ride through the doors of our unentered house Exiled in us we arouse the soft, Unclenched, armless, silk and rough love that breaks all rocks. - Excerpts, Dylan Thomas

And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

And I must enter again the round Zion of the water bead And the synagogue of the ear of corn

The Eagle He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls. Lord Tennyson

The hand that whirls the water in the pool Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind Hauls my shroud sail. ~ Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood Shall calm her sores. ~ And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

I throw myself upon your breast my father, I cling to you so that you cannot unloose me, I hold you so firm till you answer me something, Kiss me my father,  Touch me with your lips as I touch those I love,  Breathe to me while I hold you close the secret of the murmurings I envy.   αjβ Walt Whitman

 

Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave.

~ Song of Solomon