Christopher Thor Britt, 14 march 2012
A gentile man of vivid dreams oft app to walk at night
Followed where his feet would lead under the pale moon light
When chance he did into a grove of oak and alder trees
He spied a pool of nature's own fed by an ancient spring
There upon he cast his gaze beneath the moon so bright
And saw him something oddly fey revealed with second sight
At once belief that made him he who walked where others went
Faded in the mist of myth and planted there instead
A vision of a greater truth not seen, and yet perceived
From deep within the pool of being, liberation to receive
Reflections at the water's edge revealed his truest form
A life he’s yet to realize, or a life he's lived before
For there upon this moon lit night, deep in that ancient wood
Where once there was an aging man an ageless raven stood
Twice born of myst, beneath the sky no longer bound by fear
He saw him casting off his flesh and soared into the air
He set his course by moon lit ways, a shadow taking flight
Till found he day light's brilliant rays that freed him from the night."
Christopher Thor Britt, 4 march 2012
I set my gaze to the east each morn’
To the east to meet the sun
I chase the light of day each day
‘til a new day has begun
Awake, indomitable soul within
No conquered tears to grace this brow
But, blood and sweat; unwavering pride
My head held high, unbowed
No caste to tell me who I am
Nor, who I am to be
Fate will never hold me bound
I live because I’m free
Free to try and to succeed
Free to struggle through
To tread all failures under foot
And start each day anew
Patience is my soul mate
Perseverance, my closest kin
Tomorrow is ever before my eyes
Waiting, wanting to begin
So, I gaze to the East each morn
To the East to meet the sun
I chase the light of day each day
‘til a new day has begun
A new day has begun
Christopher Thor Britt, 4 march 2012
Dead winds blow through the
Parlor door
Silently she screams
No one to hear her
Desperate cry
She waits, hopes, and dreams
A sin it seems to
Want for more
Than stone, wood and brass
Resolved, she watches
The sun die
Through the old stained glass
Trapped in unselfish
Devotion
Both, the cage and key
Lingering in what
Might have been
Pain comes easily
Vows uttered with good
Intention
A velvet-lined snare
She, with rosary
In her hand
Buries it in prayer
Christopher Thor Britt, 23 february 2012
The grains of sand fall quickly through
A past that time forgets
Who we were, where we’ve been and
Where we shall go hence.
While much is learned, so much is lost
Though wisdom ever speaks
She sings her song to right the wrongs
Her children there to teach.
Why do the groves stand empty?
Where lay the rowan staff?
Who’s song will pierce the darkness?
Whose words will paint the past?
To master, ovate, and those between
To poet, musician and bard
Let not the pen rest out of hand
Nor hold back the living word.
The light of inspiration shines
On those called to receive it
Let’s raise our quill, sing our song
And dare now to believe it.
~Christopher Thor Britt, 2012©
Christopher Thor Britt, 14 february 2012
My love, my portion… The song I love to sing
How blessed am I to have you by my side
The woes of life are many, and alone, I’d find me lost
But when you’re near, I have the strength to try
By word, by spirit…You’re always there for me
How blessed am I to have you by my side
Your ceaseless love and faithfulness, a crown you daily wear
And my never ending source of godly pride
I thank our Lord above for this treasure that I hold
How blessed am I to have you by my side
One day is as a thousand years and still that’s not enough
To show you all the love I feel inside
How blessed am I
~Christopher Thor Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 31 january 2012
A raven, dark as sorrow’s dream
Sat perched upon a tree
His sable wings and golden eye
His gaze turned to the sea.
The memory of his vixen, red
Though far on distant shore
Does take his love on yonder wind
To seek her evermore
As shadows stretch on to the west
Silent vigil, yet he keeps
To wait the lonely dawn for she
His love across the sea
The sky there he’d forsake
For sake of she on distant shore
And ride the airs of lonely night
Lonely nevermore
~Christopher Thor Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 31 january 2012
A day of angry words and pain ends as it began with
Little thought for what lay in between
The fading light of memory burns away in heavens flames
As the sun races 'yond to dream unseen.
I turn a cheek to the golden farewell and slowly make my way
To a place of little comfort e'er to find
To tarry long upon this road would find me all alone
To hurry on may leave my heart behind.
In silence, I surrender to the emptiness inside
Struggles lost and won come back around
Peace. Is it had, or made, or something in between?
It must be found before the sun goes down.
~Christopher Thor Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 31 january 2012
O love, my love, where in this lonesome hour
Can my heart with sweet abandon find you there?
If chance upon the wind you do float as lotus flower
Would on my earthen bed you gladly fare?
I am your silent lover though cloaked in gentile guise
With lips, my own affection would I treat you
And in the twilight's gloaming your embrace there would I prize
If fate would look away while there I greet you.
O suitors, I commend your will to win her proffered hand
While exile finds me close enough to see
Yet mark this, would be lovers, her hand there you may find
But her gentle heart was offered first to me.
~Christopher Thor Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 17 january 2012
I see your name here and there
Suddenly, I can’t get you off my mind
I catch your fragrance on the air
Remembering when I held your lips to mine
I feel your presence all around
In the night and in the sunshine, warm
I would give all, and all again
To hold you once more in my arms
~Christopher Thor Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 17 january 2012
Oh lover, fair with moonlit eyes
For you my heart does ache
With depths of passion yet untapped by
Mortals, love to make
Your silken hair of fire gold
Your eyes of twilight blue
Have put to shame the star-lit night in beauty
Next to you
Oh lover of my waking thoughts and
Dreams that come by eve
Come to me now my love, my soul and
Grant this heart reprieve
These gentle lips do for you wait
These hands to show you grace
Will cause us never to forget this night
Our first embrace
~Christopher Thor Britt
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