To My Love - Unpinioned wings

To My Love  - Un Pinioned Wings

Pray fly me on un-pinioned wings
To Lands where’er the Faërie sings,
That I may dwell therein with thee,
To be forever ‘home from sea’.

Grant me thy bliss to always see
The things that make us truly be,
That I may find the grist of things
From whence our Life eternal springs.

Such is not granted one to bring
To fragrant fruit, that he may sing;
He only sees what he may see,
Does not distinguish wood from tree

So
Show me your trees that I may find
Fertility to fire my mind;
 Show me you that I may free
 Myself beyond the cage of me.

Please show me things I have not seen,
Take me to places I’ve not been,
That I and you may make of things
A glory of un-taméd  wings.

So join me Fair, where Faërie sings,
That we may link un-pinioned wings,
To fly for’er to where we’d be
Conjoined in Love eternally.

Now you have un-pinned my wings
So I take greater joy in things;
Enriched my heretofore small seeing
To make of me a worthy being.

For now we have con-joined our wings
We may see the shape of things,
So ever after we may see
The glories of Eternity.

For hand-in-hand is where we’d be
Enrapt in Love supernally;
So let us take the Seraph’s wing
To join the world of Cherubim.

With You my Love all is made new,
With you my Love my life’s lead true,
For pinions now fore’re I’ve shed,
All Life’s before us - far ahead.

But

Should contact break my wings are clipt,
My sails are furled, my oars unshipt;
My muse lies idle in the tide
Without your thread to serve as guide.

Should that which binds us broken be
I’d lie adrift in raging sea,
To fill my sails, to set them fair
I need to know that you are there.

A text, your voice, confirming you,
Is all I need to keep me true;
Without these things I’m un-equipt,
 Desire and will from me is stript.

So never leave me, Lady dear,
Never let me lonely’s fear,
So US rides proud astride the world
For each within the other curled.

© Margaret Montrose www.thegoldenpath.co.uk