The Virgin's Lullaby

The opening poem to the novel "The House of Sever"

Come fingers

Do your work

Stitch, play, make, write

Write.

Write of a heart, purer than pure

A boat bearing precious cargo

The fawn in respite, the cat in slumber

The rose basking its petals in the sun

All drifting, in eager peace

Sending billows into the ocean

Of white waves rolled against hullside

Like the curls of maids

Done up in ribbons

For the sake of ribbons

And wrapped by silks

For nothing but the sake of silk

With, perhaps, a better understanding of love

Than the loved

And a better disposition for knowledge

Than the knowing

Come, my fingers, find this heart for me

For on the other side

There is a shore

Wherever that may be

But until then, we will sail

On a free-spun wind

And a loving tide.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You are a amazing writer. I like the gentle statements and the desire to touch the shore, tide and the wind.
"With, perhaps, a better understanding of love
Than the loved
And a better disposition for knowledge
Than the knowing"
A very good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[MmeCorpse]

This is powerful. Well-written. Well-done. :)