the memories of Fand

The Memories of Fand

In the dead of night when the ocean is quiet and my people sleep free from fear…

Still yet I cannot sleep

I am caught on the edge of dreaming

Even as mortals are caught in the web of my peoples charms..

I remember

And yet

I do not know what it is I am remembering..

A man

Golden and glowing like a sunhound

Strong

And wild

His hands rough against my white flesh

Yet gentle in the waterfall of my hair

His kisses harsh and stinging upon my lips

Yet as gentle

As the brush of butterfly wings

Upon my body

I yearn for his touch

I know him like I know my own self

And yet

And yet I cannot remember his name

It is gone from me

A refrain winging its way across my oceans

I am awake and yet not

Frustrated

Keening long into the night for a lover sacrificed so that my people can sleep in freedom

Only here

On the edge of dreaming

Can I see again his face

Can I recall the muscled strength of his arms

And I cling to these memories

For the scant comfort they bring

Before the morning sunlight washes them away

Mingling the salt of my tears with the ocean

The sea my home

Only this

And these half-forgotten memories

May I keep and call my own.