Wilderness

O Hay, O Hay, my Loch Ness of the Wild,

I search and I search, but I cannot find thee,
Out in the wilderness, this is my plight,
It is hard to see in this half day and half night,
I am sure I would feel you longing for me.
Your trail has gone cold,
I know not where to look,
My crazed mind is unclear,
Deep secrets hide in each fold.
Please stop my madness,
Make yourself known,
I cannot live by this feeling,
That I am now all alone.
O God tell me, when shall I sense you within?
Please return to me now, and end this hell I am in.

Ode To Happiness

'Tis like a butterfly, this my happiness,
Sitting yonder on that white violet's head,
I cannot hold it in my hand,
My touch would surely leave it dead.
I dare not show it off to my friends,
It would wickedly, tempt the fates,
I must stay my hand, and watch, resentful,
For the blooming nectar he does taste.
I must not charge and try to net it,
To flourish, he must remain free, and easy,
I am resigned to watch it flit,
He flutters near, just to tease me.
For happiness to thrive, he must unfettered be,
Only true love, can have this feeling bettered be. 

Forgotten, Never

I am no artist of canvas and paint,

No da Vinci portrait may I honour you with,
I am no Michelangelo of marble and stone,
For you, no giant's erect megalith.
No bust of timber can I carve,
Nor any vibrant figurehead,

Or weave a tapestry in silken thread
I am alas only your humble Bard,
All I have I give you, my very own words,
To honour you, my Muse, for time eternal,
In Sonnet form, sometime brief, often simple
That you, my passion, shall be forgotten never ... 

Love Eternal

O husband of my Church, 

How may I announce to the world this our love,
We have been so warmly favoured to find?
Were we not partnered by Him above?
If so, to us, the Lord has been all very kind.
A lifetime we have shared together,
No other can I love as much,
You and I shall be joined forever,
Until we both have turned to dust.
Without you I have no life,
You are my core, my Grey white sun,

I thrive in your burning light,
Forsake me not ere I am gone.
I have written this down, 

That others may see,
And covet our love for eternity.

Please do not regard me so

Please do not regard me so,
I have done nothing to warrant your scorn,
Husband, you are my only beau,
You have no call to feel forlorn.
The pig looks at me as a juicy peach,
Ripe and ready for his tasting,
He shall soon know I am out of reach,
His time spent hoping, he is wasting.
You need not worry, let his notions be,
My nectar is yours and yours alone,
No need for a commotion,
My earthly body be yours to own.
Stay your hand, your rage overridden,
My fruit's juices to all else, forbidden.

Was I born for your cruel amusement?
Is that really my sole function?
You make me feel I am a mutant,
To be displayed in a freak pavilion.
If I thought thou shalt treat me fair,
I'd throw myself, bare, upon thine altar,
While fervently whispering a prayer,
To stay your hand before my slaughter.
Enough Moshe, I say, you will no more be able,
To use me as a pitiful thing,
Upon you I shall turn my table,
And your downfall I will bring.
Now change your ways and show me affection,

Husband me before soon, lest you end your days in lonely reflection.  

Where For Art My Hercules

I must not go forth into the grassland,
Where the prickly thistles grow,
As I am just a pretty virgin rose
Pure and white as the fallen snow.
I need a hero in bright armour,
To protect my fragile form,
Out alone I should not venture,
In case the boorish thistles storm.
Secret thoughts I've come to harbour,
About those awful oafish weeds,
If my garden's gate were left open,
Would they gush in and spread their seeds?
I better stay here, conversing, with the noble honey bees,
Until the day I am gathered, by my hunter Hercules.