RETURN

RETURN

Today's red lips are growing pale.

The throne of purple of the night,

Is gleaming gold, the moon at sight.

The winds unfold, the clouds, the gales.

With silks to meet the breeze, we sail.

Our barge moves fast; the rowers' might.

And lips with songs...warriors ignite

So fervently the souls; with wails

Of angers drowned under the stale

Menacing Ocean of cold blight.

Oh nights that shake the days with bright

And glowing stars, when gloom prevail!

Towers of Glory, brave, we scale.

Intense, sublime ,we master fight.

The Wheel of Time giving the right

To strength... And valour never fails.

The heavy prow leaving dark trails,

Of human loss. Unearthly flights

Of wings that darkens our sight;

Like sombre shadows ... gauzy veils...

For the last time I read the mail

That Kings so far , where doomed to write.

The Royal Seals,dark red and white;

The secret bonds of lost farewells.