The Guardianship

[Victor]

The Guardianship

In the misty moonlight
By the flickering firelight
The gypsy wind takes flight
through crystalline starlight

'Till the night when our blue moon comes
Crying spirit whispers and hums
Free your burdens as absinthe numbs
Hear the harps and beating drums

As our feathers swing and sway
Specters moan from dusk 'till day
They call to us from far away
Tales of woe and fright they say
We'll shun the eye that does betray

This one night no evil is cast
Our lives not branded to the past
Find your clarity unsurpassed
Live the light that will love and last

Can you see me?

With me you'll talk and dance
No doubts to take a fleeting chance
Eyes seek seductive glance
Touch throws us into trance

Your silky locks the winds will chase
Your gentle lips a  kiss will trace
Enter the place where no one else can see
Watch us dance, our souls are freeee

This one night no evil is cast
Our lives not branded to the past
Find your clarity unsurpassed
Live the light that will love and last

[AquilaTempestas]

Nice poem! I’m always in awe of people who can write poetry.

What is the story behind this one?

[Victor]

Thank You!
It stemmed from a nice, in-depth, conversation I had with someone about ancient customs.

Her point was we often impose modern values to characters in ancient times.

Maybe a couple of days later, I was sitting in a natural setting, as I often do, with a journal.  I use a journal for jotting down my thoughts, feelings, ideas and other prompts. The conversation came to mind, and I wrote the core of it there in the journal. The next day I cleaned it up by counting syllables and putting it in a more musical form.

Thank You for asking!