Comte de Razes

Vivian's house and Merlin's tomb
All these stones are the only real and historical relics of the "Forêt de Brocéliande".Vivian's house is a chest made od schist of the neolithic era surrounded by a double facing of stones.Merlin's tomb is the last relic that remains of a stonecovered path. It became through the times a real place of worship

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a glass of wine,
new century’s eye stares back
at me with cold indifference
letters beneath these hands
waiting for the coaxing of a tale
of ancient wills and course comings
in such a space of time that one might not achieve
significant slumber
my heart in wonder
found its best desire
a means to hold the dream of ancient myth
that haunts a spirit dream
perhaps someday i’ll truly understand the makings of a heart
but at this time
it’s death throws falls to silence
as i write these words
the long trek has but ended
with the pilgrimages set to fore
there’s so much more than meets the single eye
repentance in the ways of man finds no relief
incessant prayers becomes a burden for the gods
they oft complain
receive your love and find the one who knows your name
your promises of 2 have yet to be
why can’t you find and hold the sacred see
and in response within this incarnation
speak i this to claim
in hours of same each day
the thirteen gate
I pass alone
and there in arms of stone
with hope
to crystallize such forces
of destiny
one cannot tell him of the fate to be
it ‘s viewed as vain pursuit
and mocked as longing of a child
if spoken in the words
concordance came and went
with time so lovely spent with passion and consent
a knowing
for a momentthere ….i saw the spark of knowing in his eyebut with a smile and gestured wavedismissed the vision as illusiononce againand turned awayall matter was transformedthe senses all had in one truth revealed :the lifting veil
but
looking past persona was the key
and now i muse and wonder of these things
that come and go


this i know
that i stood here and there
as uther on the edge of Camelot
wanting what was not mine to have
willing to trade at any cost
but knowing that no Merlin present to create
my longing its completion.
she reprimands me for the wanting
but if there never was this desire
how would creation find the first step toward completion
with confidence, i gaze in dreams
on that sweet face that hides behind the masks
the face that holds the promise of all future forms
he knows me more intimately than any form of matter on this earth
he knows my cause and why i came to be
what made him think i would not bring all times before
in all the words i formed our present past
to open once again
remind him of the task at hand
one promise left
a promise to the earth
one rose to fast return the plates unto the place of source design
the river, ancient flow, floats just above this earth
awaiting for the touch
to break the surface tension
so that waters of creation
can descend
to fill
the underground streams



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