Two Poems by Michael Wear

DELIGHT

The 'Right' of Spring ...
In a Significant-other found.
Not an Alien Duality but a Seeing into the Mirror of Dvinity Lady, you Are ...
Goddess in the flesh,
At whose Lap and Lips My soul does sing your praise, Wrapped in your embrace, Enfolded in your gaze. Great waves of Bliss ...
Breaking over gentle Hearts Like throbbing stars in the sky, On a cloudless Springtime-eve.
At the noon of Night ...
Sifted by the Fire of Passion, Tangled in the net of Sensuous Delight.
You are the very Bait of Love, The very Love of Light.

HOLLYFEY

Check her pointie ears!
Methinks a Celtic Faerie she Be, Sidhe Shee Fey She Fe ...
Ages ago away, away.
Of Tuatha de Danann was she,
'Twas to the Isle of Tir Nan Og,
She set her sail to flee ...
Into my arms she fled, she fled,
Niam of the Golden Hair ...
A thousand Lifetimes ago we wed.
On the meadow Enchantment she said, Just beneath the surface of the Sea:
“Sidhe Shee Fey She Fe” ...
Ask Finvarra if what I say,
Be the wonderous truth or nay.
Wounded by the Stings of Spring,
In the Autum of my Life,
I find her now ...
In the Bloom of Youth,
Without a memory of our strife,
Sidhe Shee Fey She Fe ...
Beneath the faerie hill of Knockma,
We may find our way one day.