Sarephim's World Of Magick

Morpheus Of Orpheus

Oh Morpheus, where art thou this misty night,
To carry me to my dreams of eastern delight,
You seem but a distant memory of idle fantasy,
That echoes dimly somewhere deep inside of me,

It feels like several oceans of time,
Since I gazed last upon Orpheus�s gentle mime,
When Music softly filled the subtle air,
As together we entered the dragons lair,

How time has taken its painful toll,
Like a precious jewel a highwayman stole,
The Dandy who laughs at fate,
Happy to dance the jig to Heavens Gate,

Alone I return to the Dragons Lair, A mighty cave,
Where snowy white unicorns ride every wave,
And fairy crystals illuminate the way,
To find out what the Dragon has to say,

What wisdoms echo in these sacred halls,
With craggy nook and furrowed walls,
�Mighty Dragon, I am hear to seek,
The truth and wisdom that you speak,

Maybe as I listen I could oil and wax your jagged scale,
And you would bless me with a dragon�s tale,
Of love lost and love reunited,
Of love lost and then requited,

Mighty Dragon you�ve lived for thousands of years,
How insignificant must be my mortal tears,
To you who have seen mighty oaks come and go,
What wondrous glory you must know�

The Dragon preens and stretches a mighty claw,
�Come Sarephim, let us walk down by the shore,
How pleasant for you to come visit me again,
Let my words comfort and ease you pain,

You�ve had so many incarnations since we first met,
You wont believe how simple and complicated this can get,
Though I think the information is starting to sink in,
I think the beginning is the place to begin,

A classic tale of Dragon and Virgin Princess,
Not for devouring, but to train as a Moon Priestess,
To heal the wounds done to the sacred land,
One with the magic in the palm of her hand,

Life after life the memories return,
Some that are bliss, some that will always burn,
But all these memories are what�s needed
And all have a message that should be heeded,

And this life�s work is far from over,
And is as charmed as a four leafed clover,
There are many great things in store,
Listen carefully and I�ll tell you more,

Beautiful priestess of the Fey,
Worker and weaver of the lines of ley,
Changes are subtle to take effect,
But there�s something in the air you can detect,
The breath of God sweeping the land,
Coming to take you by the hand,
And lead you far away to a distant shore,
You would be happy if you knew what�s in store,

What glorious events to make you smile,
As your make your journey of many a mile,
Beloved companions by you side,
Now jump on my back and lets go for a ride,

Lets fly as high as we can get,
And pray to God lest we forget,
The blessing he bestows on our sacred journey,
Of ancient jousts and religious tourney,

Let us soar above the clouds in the sky,
And I will show you the wonders of why,
Let us pay a visit to the lunar of moon,
And get a perspective on the meaning of soon,

On a dragons wings it�s such a short flight,
To show you the view of such delight,
Such a view turns your soul to bliss,
Here, here is that jewel you so miss,

That divine opal that hangs in the skies,
Can you hear the echo of the lone wolf that cries,
At the Moon Goddess he longs to touch,
The Moon Goddess he loves so much,

How far out of reach she appears,
So oblivious to his howls and his tears,
His torment of forbidden love,
A Hawk may as well worship a dove,

For all his heart and mind can reconcile,
A distance of more than mortal mile,
Between knowing in heart and believing in mind,
What kind of peace can he find,

When sweet memory haunts his waking sleep,
Sleeping Beauty lost is making him weep,
Memory of love dripping into his soul unbidden,
Creeping out of his minds closets where she�s hidden,,

Like the ghost of a princess in a fairy tale,
With hair so fair and skin so pale,
Who haunts in whispers of perfumed air,
And calls to his heart from the dragon�s lair,

How miserable and lamenting his soul,
Without the half that makes him whole,
Spare a thought for his fate,
Caught in a web of love and hate,

Hate for the love he loves too much,
Love for the love he cannot touch,
Hate for falling for fates cruel game,
That hides in the soul of Nostre Dame,

He wonders how he can breath without her touch,
His distant Moon Goddess he loves too much,
His soul yearning with taboo desire,
To bask in the ecstasy of sacred Starfire,

But head and heart they cannot agree,
And a way forward he cannot see,
Though it is there undiscovered as yet,
Just like the moon before sunset,

The Moon Goddess is still there hidden in light,
Waiting to enter his dreams at night,
Where she whispers odes of love in his ear,
And softly kisses away his crystal tear,

And soothes away the aches of his heart,
The soul of poor Orpheus torn apart,
As he caresses his sacred harps strings,
And sings of a Seraphim�s golden wings,

A song of anguish and of woe,
He sings of his lost love from long ago,
He sings how he misses her Angelic face,
No other Angel could ever take her place,

His soul can know no rest till she is there,
And he can hold her hand and stroke her hair,
Only when he gazes into the windows of her soul,
Will the Moon and the Wolf be made whole,

He dreams of Dragons and caves,
And the love of the princess he saves,
Like a hero in the tales of old,
For her he is courageous and bold,

So in bliss he spends the night,
Until the moon is hidden again within the light,
Too soon the dawn doth awake,
And he has to live another day with his mistake�,

Suddenly the dragon looks serious and wise,
As he swoops on leathery wings across moonlight sky�s,
�So always remember fair poetess, �All poems start,
With poor Orpheus torn apart�,

But where does all poetry find its end,
In an ocean of broken hearts to mend,
Only in that place of Divine bliss,
In the sacred Grail of loves first kiss,

Until then poet and muse can know no rest,
And they pass true loves divine test,
Then on down the immortal road they�ll travel,
Armed with a mystery to unravel,

So poetry knows no end in sight,
Like the moon as she flows across the endless night,
There will always be more poetry you will see,
As you wander the world the world wild and free,

And now sweet princess I will take my leave,
And leave you to ponder the magick we weave,
Now I�m going back to my cave,
And off he went with a little wave,

And off I wander down the beach,
Dumbfounded by the Dragon�s speech,
Am I caught between fact and fiction,
Or Can I believe in the Dragons benediction?.

Copyright �2002 Sarah Earnshaw