Christopher Thor Britt | |
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Christopher Thor Britt, 30 december 2011
Late morning rays feel their way up the bedroom wall
A reminder that the day had just begun
Cool sheets hug your contour and on me also fall
As I, first to wake, do loathe the sun.
Still, I lay there awed by your face in morning light
Your look of sweet repose calls out to me
A sigh escapes your parted lips in memory of the night
With a playful smile, brief though it may be.
When at last my love, your eyes they opened wide
Into my own they found me deep in wonder
From dream to waking dream there I lay still by your side
And from your side I never more will wander.
~Christopher Thor Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 2 january 2012
I long for the open sea while gentle waves call to me in my sleep
Dreams of fresh air and a boundless horizon
Though no words ride the clean night air
I hear her song and know her voice.
Stand I at waters' edge while the moon bids her rise to greet me
To embrace her as she beckons me to follow
To become one with her
Or perish in the striving
Grounded, here I stand in the dry shifting sand
Afraid to plunge into the depths
I am rooted…captive
Denied passage to that distant horizon
O happy tide, would that I were as free as thee
~By Christopher Thor Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 4 march 2012
I set my gaze to the east each morn’
To the east to meet the sun
I chase the light of day each day
‘til a new day has begun
Awake, indomitable soul within
No conquered tears to grace this brow
But, blood and sweat; unwavering pride
My head held high, unbowed
No caste to tell me who I am
Nor, who I am to be
Fate will never hold me bound
I live because I’m free
Free to try and to succeed
Free to struggle through
To tread all failures under foot
And start each day anew
Patience is my soul mate
Perseverance, my closest kin
Tomorrow is ever before my eyes
Waiting, wanting to begin
So, I gaze to the East each morn
To the East to meet the sun
I chase the light of day each day
‘til a new day has begun
A new day has begun
Christopher Thor Britt, 23 february 2012
The grains of sand fall quickly through
A past that time forgets
Who we were, where we’ve been and
Where we shall go hence.
While much is learned, so much is lost
Though wisdom ever speaks
She sings her song to right the wrongs
Her children there to teach.
Why do the groves stand empty?
Where lay the rowan staff?
Who’s song will pierce the darkness?
Whose words will paint the past?
To master, ovate, and those between
To poet, musician and bard
Let not the pen rest out of hand
Nor hold back the living word.
The light of inspiration shines
On those called to receive it
Let’s raise our quill, sing our song
And dare now to believe it.
~Christopher Thor Britt, 2012©
Christopher Thor Britt, 5 january 2012
I’ve seen the waves of the sea pound
Against the rocks, chiseling a message for ages yet to come.
Yet its power is diminished when I look at you.
The wind issues forth. The very breath of God
Seeking a resting place yet finds none.
As my heart goes out to you and is never satisfied.
The sun by day and the moon by night
Chasing then fleeing in the dance of time
They will grow weary long before my love for you.
I’ve soared through the heavens and noted
The mountainous peaks in the clouds beneath me
I’ve flown with the creatures of the sea, a beauty seldom seen
Still, nothing on this Earth, above or below
Captures me like the beauty I behold when I look at you.
~Christopher Thor Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 17 january 2012
I see your name here and there
Suddenly, I can’t get you off my mind
I catch your fragrance on the air
Remembering when I held your lips to mine
I feel your presence all around
In the night and in the sunshine, warm
I would give all, and all again
To hold you once more in my arms
~Christopher Thor Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 31 january 2012
A raven, dark as sorrow’s dream
Sat perched upon a tree
His sable wings and golden eye
His gaze turned to the sea.
The memory of his vixen, red
Though far on distant shore
Does take his love on yonder wind
To seek her evermore
As shadows stretch on to the west
Silent vigil, yet he keeps
To wait the lonely dawn for she
His love across the sea
The sky there he’d forsake
For sake of she on distant shore
And ride the airs of lonely night
Lonely nevermore
~Christopher Thor Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 17 january 2012
Oh lover, fair with moonlit eyes
For you my heart does ache
With depths of passion yet untapped by
Mortals, love to make
Your silken hair of fire gold
Your eyes of twilight blue
Have put to shame the star-lit night in beauty
Next to you
Oh lover of my waking thoughts and
Dreams that come by eve
Come to me now my love, my soul and
Grant this heart reprieve
These gentle lips do for you wait
These hands to show you grace
Will cause us never to forget this night
Our first embrace
~Christopher Thor Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 17 january 2012
A summer’s walk on painted sand
Along the beach at night
The salty air may bring a chill
But my arms will hold you tight
I feel you look into my soul
You see past my thin disguise
At once the world just fades away
Lost here in your eyes
What life had I before this night
Before your love’s sweet calling?
No shade of peril to hold me bound
My heart’s already fallen
Your kiss that lingers at my lips
Draws out a gentle sigh
You bring life into this man who’s
Lost here in your eyes
In your embrace I find myself
Lost in your sweet eyes
~Christopher Thor Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 8 january 2012
My Dearest Silvia,
Love is a bitter-sweet arrow that carries a joyful pain, a welcome poison
that spreads to every extremity and causes mastery of the heart over the
mind. I fear that with you, I am so afflicted.
But I welcome this pain, it let’s me know that I am alive; for life is
not just time to spend until our inevitable demise, but the very pulse, the
heart beat carrying hope and vitality to these arms that have longed to hold
you...to these hands that long to touch you…and these lips that yearn for the
chance to truly know you.
I speak boldly with words I should never utter and feelings I am not
supposed to have. I cannot tell you how many such letters I’ve written
you and then disposed of without sending for fear of being an unwelcome fool.
But, if I am a fool, then an honest fool am I, leaving my heart pray open
to live, to love and soon be broken. I am alive and will e’er remain your's forever.
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