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	Christopher Thor Britt
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Christopher Thor Britt, 12 stycznia 2012

No Place to Hide (A Lament)

Fingers of moonlight shine thru the trees
Ethereal silver, their hue
Willows lament. The raven serenades
Night’s augury, binding me to you.

Waking hands find no rest building a wall
Mortar and stone to divide.
The clouds, soon to gather
The rains, soon to fall
Leaving a heart no place to hide.

Winds carry whispers of fading memories
Broken dreams of what can never be
Tears, they’re falling to wash away the past
A future that we will never see.

Weary hands find no comfort building the wall
Mortar and stone to divide.
The clouds, they will gather
The rains, they will fall
Leaving a heart no place to hide.

My calloused heart finds no solace building the wall
Mortar and stone to divide.
The clouds, they do gather
The rains, they do fall
Leaving a heart no place to hide.

~Christopher Thor Britt

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Christopher Thor Britt, 8 stycznia 2012

Love Letter

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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Christopher Thor Britt, 2 stycznia 2012

Daffodil Dreams

Living rays of sunshine in fragrant blossom
Hide their countenance from the silver face of
The moon riding high outside her window.
From twilight ‘til dawn, they in patient wait
‘Bide the night, keeping silent vigil o’er
The lone sleeper that lay before them.
A smile lingers at the corners of her mouth as
She dreams of open air in the spring of her youth
Running through the bright summer gardens and
Dancing with the memory of autumn.
Now, as the winter winds howl outside her waking window
She dreams of warm kisses and
A man with daffodils in his outstretched hand.

~Christopher Thor Britt

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Christopher Thor Britt, 4 stycznia 2012

Thought and Memory (Huginn and Muninn)

O’er the waters of time
My attention quickly drawn
As Thought soars the heavens with
Memory at its side

By thorn and thicket we have passed
At times we struggle through
As that around us tears and shreds
Yet time we abide

Travel we birds of like feather
Black as night, strong as day
A reflection, one to another
An arrow taking flight

We chance upon the wind
Unyielding as the grave
Our ballad, sight and sorrow
Two ravens in the night

~ Christopher Thor Britt

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Christopher Thor Britt, 4 stycznia 2012

Above the Blue Twilight

Chance the night, oh fragrant wind
Beckon to its drowsy calling
For ‘tis there she rises high
And in the morn’s seen falling

Two different worlds on blanket lay
Before creations dawning
T’was there, her glory first espied
Began her lover’s fawning

The gentle glow upon her face
Her light of azure gloaming
A reflection of the love he feels
His warmth of heart e’er showing

Chase the wind, disrupt the tides
My lover, oh my soul
And to thy darkened bed abide
In part or by the whole

Though mine eyes rare find your face
Upon the darkened night
Yet ever shall we meet and dance
Above the blue twilight

~By Christopher Britt

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Christopher Thor Britt, 31 stycznia 2012

Raven and the Fox (Reprise)

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

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Christopher Thor Britt, 4 marca 2012

Passing Regret

Dead winds blow through the
Parlor door
Silently she screams

No one to hear her
Desperate cry
She waits, hopes, and dreams

A sin it seems to
Want for more
Than stone, wood and brass

Resolved, she watches
The sun die
Through the old stained glass

Trapped in unselfish
Devotion
Both, the cage and key

Lingering in what
Might have been
Pain comes easily

Vows uttered with good
Intention
A velvet-lined snare

She, with rosary
In her hand
Buries it in prayer

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Christopher Thor Britt, 31 stycznia 2012

Before the Sun Goes Down

A day of angry words and pain ends as it began with
Little thought for what lay in between
The fading light of memory burns away in heavens flames
As the sun races 'yond to dream unseen.

I turn a cheek to the golden farewell and slowly make my way
To a place of little comfort e'er to find
To tarry long upon this road would find me all alone
To hurry on may leave my heart behind.

In silence, I surrender to the emptiness inside
Struggles lost and won come back around
Peace. Is it had, or made, or something in between?
It must be found before the sun goes down.

~Christopher Thor Britt

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Christopher Thor Britt, 2 stycznia 2012

Siren’s Song

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

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Christopher Thor Britt, 2 stycznia 2012

Silvia

O Silvia, my Silvia…where in this lonesome hour
Can my heart with sweet abandon find you there?
If chance upon the wind, you do float as lotus flower
Would on my earthen bed you gladly fare?

I am your silent lover…though cloaked in gentile guise
With lips, mine own affection would I treat you
And in the twilight’s gloaming your embrace there would I prize
If fate would look away while there I greet you.

O suitors, I commend thy will to win dear Silvia’s hand
While exile finds me close enough to see
Yet mark this, would be lovers, her hand there you may find
But her gentle heart was offered first to me.

~Christopher Thor Britt

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No Place to Hide (A Lament)

Love Letter

Daffodil Dreams

Thought and Memory (Huginn and Muninn)

Above the Blue Twilight

Raven and the Fox (Reprise)

Passing Regret

Before the Sun Goes Down

Siren’s Song

Silvia

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