Christopher Thor Britt, 17 stycznia 2012
A summer’s walk on painted sand
Along the beach at night
The salty air may bring a chill
But my arms will hold you tight
I feel you look into my soul
You see past my thin disguise
At once the world just fades away
Lost here in your eyes
What life had I before this night
Before your love’s sweet calling?
No shade of peril to hold me bound
My heart’s already fallen
Your kiss that lingers at my lips
Draws out a gentle sigh
You bring life into this man who’s
Lost here in your eyes
In your embrace I find myself
Lost in your sweet eyes
~Christopher Thor Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 12 stycznia 2012
Fingers of moonlight shine thru the trees
Ethereal silver, their hue
Willows lament. The raven serenades
Night’s augury, binding me to you.
Waking hands find no rest building a wall
Mortar and stone to divide.
The clouds, soon to gather
The rains, soon to fall
Leaving a heart no place to hide.
Winds carry whispers of fading memories
Broken dreams of what can never be
Tears, they’re falling to wash away the past
A future that we will never see.
Weary hands find no comfort building the wall
Mortar and stone to divide.
The clouds, they will gather
The rains, they will fall
Leaving a heart no place to hide.
My calloused heart finds no solace building the wall
Mortar and stone to divide.
The clouds, they do gather
The rains, they do fall
Leaving a heart no place to hide.
~Christopher Thor Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 10 stycznia 2012
I see you fair in memory’s sweet abode
‘tis truly there with you I long to be
To touch again ‘fore daydream walls erode
Thy lips of red, o passion, mine to thee
In passion do I feel the tempest rise
Rise to meet the moonlight’s sweet caress
To see myself in love there in your eyes
And in thy garden dare to find me rest
O damn the world that holds this body bound
N’er content, my spirit yearns to search the wind
‘tis there in sweet repose my love is found
And there I long to be with you again
For in fair memory’s eye no care there be
And to thy heart, mine own, I’d give to thee
~Christopher Thor Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 8 stycznia 2012
My Dearest Silvia,
Love is a bitter-sweet arrow that carries a joyful pain, a welcome poison
that spreads to every extremity and causes mastery of the heart over the
mind. I fear that with you, I am so afflicted.
But I welcome this pain, it let’s me know that I am alive; for life is
not just time to spend until our inevitable demise, but the very pulse, the
heart beat carrying hope and vitality to these arms that have longed to hold
you...to these hands that long to touch you…and these lips that yearn for the
chance to truly know you.
I speak boldly with words I should never utter and feelings I am not
supposed to have. I cannot tell you how many such letters I’ve written
you and then disposed of without sending for fear of being an unwelcome fool.
But, if I am a fool, then an honest fool am I, leaving my heart pray open
to live, to love and soon be broken. I am alive and will e’er remain your's forever.
Christopher Thor Britt, 8 stycznia 2012
The waking world does leave me ne’r content
My love if there’s no place for you and I
To find ourselves to love and ne’r repent
To live, to love, to dream, and then to die
Beneath the sky above this dreamful sleep
I’ll find you there in hope or passions eye
And pray you seek me well and find me deep
Your heart content to love one such as I
But if you find me not in slumbers womb
And passions flame has not the chance to light
Forget me not or to my early tomb
This heart will surely break and rend the night
Yet, sleep you well, my love my timeless muse
And wait anon ’til morrow’s dreams pursue
~ Christopher Thor Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 5 stycznia 2012
I’ve seen the waves of the sea pound
Against the rocks, chiseling a message for ages yet to come.
Yet its power is diminished when I look at you.
The wind issues forth. The very breath of God
Seeking a resting place yet finds none.
As my heart goes out to you and is never satisfied.
The sun by day and the moon by night
Chasing then fleeing in the dance of time
They will grow weary long before my love for you.
I’ve soared through the heavens and noted
The mountainous peaks in the clouds beneath me
I’ve flown with the creatures of the sea, a beauty seldom seen
Still, nothing on this Earth, above or below
Captures me like the beauty I behold when I look at you.
~Christopher Thor Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 4 stycznia 2012
Chance the night, oh fragrant wind
Beckon to its drowsy calling
For ‘tis there she rises high
And in the morn’s seen falling
Two different worlds on blanket lay
Before creations dawning
T’was there, her glory first espied
Began her lover’s fawning
The gentle glow upon her face
Her light of azure gloaming
A reflection of the love he feels
His warmth of heart e’er showing
Chase the wind, disrupt the tides
My lover, oh my soul
And to thy darkened bed abide
In part or by the whole
Though mine eyes rare find your face
Upon the darkened night
Yet ever shall we meet and dance
Above the blue twilight
~By Christopher Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 4 stycznia 2012
O’er the waters of time
My attention quickly drawn
As Thought soars the heavens with
Memory at its side
By thorn and thicket we have passed
At times we struggle through
As that around us tears and shreds
Yet time we abide
Travel we birds of like feather
Black as night, strong as day
A reflection, one to another
An arrow taking flight
We chance upon the wind
Unyielding as the grave
Our ballad, sight and sorrow
Two ravens in the night
~ Christopher Thor Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 4 stycznia 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
Christopher Thor Britt, 2 stycznia 2012
Living rays of sunshine in fragrant blossom
Hide their countenance from the silver face of
The moon riding high outside her window.
From twilight ‘til dawn, they in patient wait
‘Bide the night, keeping silent vigil o’er
The lone sleeper that lay before them.
A smile lingers at the corners of her mouth as
She dreams of open air in the spring of her youth
Running through the bright summer gardens and
Dancing with the memory of autumn.
Now, as the winter winds howl outside her waking window
She dreams of warm kisses and
A man with daffodils in his outstretched hand.
~Christopher Thor Britt
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