sharveigh’s house

a magical place in the wood

sharveigh’s house

 

to the mortal eye,

it is but a bramble covered tree of thorns,

but to the eye blessed with the sight

it is a home for Faeries to greet dew kissed  morns.

we knew when it was revealed to our sight

that this is the dwelling of sharveigh,

the wonderful warrior aspect and alter-ego

of Dragon Dancer’s mind when it begins to play.

 

brightly shines the moon and gaily dance the stars

as we play in a wooded wonderland in the heart of the night

like children we run from mound to mound

until we are stilled by this wonderful sight

the umbrella shape of the lovely and regal thorn

interwoven with resilient  bramble vines

surrounding a soft bed of fragrant leaves

where sharveigh sleeps the night in safe confines.

 

yes, this a house of magick

a place found in all realms

this is were I plant the magick acorn,

for the tree to bear legend of a love that overwhelms.

a tree planted in that ‘tween time, neither night nor day,

just as the sun peeps o’er Earth’s rim

with rosy tendrils filling the void

as the moon fades and stars dim.

 

Dragon Dancer has fled this human plane

and sharveigh now rests in the land beyond the mists,

but still I return often to the bramble-covered thorn

knowing it is a dwelling that on another plane exists.

and many are the night that

my happy spirit goes to lay

with my love

in the house of sharveigh.

 

angel © 2 june 2000

from the poetry collection scimerians in the mists 1999 -