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Christopher Thor Britt, 14 march 2012
Twice Born
A gentile man of vivid dreams oft app to walk at night
Followed where his feet would lead under the pale moon light
When chance he did into a grove of oak and alder trees
He spied a pool of nature's own fed by an ancient spring
There upon he cast his gaze beneath the moon so bright
And saw him something oddly fey revealed with second sight
At once belief that made him he who walked where others went
Faded in the mist of myth and planted there instead
A vision of a greater truth not seen, and yet perceived
From deep within the pool of being, liberation to receive
Reflections at the water's edge revealed his truest form
A life he’s yet to realize, or a life he's lived before
For there upon this moon lit night, deep in that ancient wood
Where once there was an aging man an ageless raven stood
Twice born of myst, beneath the sky no longer bound by fear
He saw him casting off his flesh and soared into the air
He set his course by moon lit ways, a shadow taking flight
Till found he day light's brilliant rays that freed him from the night."
Christopher Thor Britt, 4 march 2012
To the East
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, 4 march 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
Christopher Thor Britt, 23 february 2012
Awen's Call
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, 14 february 2012
How Blessed Am I
My love, my portion… The song I love to sing
How blessed am I to have you by my side
The woes of life are many, and alone, I’d find me lost
But when you’re near, I have the strength to try
By word, by spirit…You’re always there for me
How blessed am I to have you by my side
Your ceaseless love and faithfulness, a crown you daily wear
And my never ending source of godly pride
I thank our Lord above for this treasure that I hold
How blessed am I to have you by my side
One day is as a thousand years and still that’s not enough
To show you all the love I feel inside
How blessed am I
~Christopher Thor Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 31 january 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
Christopher Thor Britt, 31 january 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
Christopher Thor Britt, 31 january 2012
O Love, My Love
O love, my love, 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, my 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 your will to win her proffered 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
Christopher Thor Britt, 17 january 2012
Once More
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, 17 january 2012
First Embrace
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
In Your Eyes
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, 12 january 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
Christopher Thor Britt, 10 january 2012
Fair Memory
I see you fair in memory’s sweet abode
‘tis truly there with you I long to be
To touch again ‘fore daydream walls erode
Thy lips of red, o passion, mine to thee
In passion do I feel the tempest rise
Rise to meet the moonlight’s sweet caress
To see myself in love there in your eyes
And in thy garden dare to find me rest
O damn the world that holds this body bound
N’er content, my spirit yearns to search the wind
‘tis there in sweet repose my love is found
And there I long to be with you again
For in fair memory’s eye no care there be
And to thy heart, mine own, I’d give to thee
~Christopher Thor Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 8 january 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.
Christopher Thor Britt, 8 january 2012
Dreams Unseen
The waking world does leave me ne’r content
My love if there’s no place for you and I
To find ourselves to love and ne’r repent
To live, to love, to dream, and then to die
Beneath the sky above this dreamful sleep
I’ll find you there in hope or passions eye
And pray you seek me well and find me deep
Your heart content to love one such as I
But if you find me not in slumbers womb
And passions flame has not the chance to light
Forget me not or to my early tomb
This heart will surely break and rend the night
Yet, sleep you well, my love my timeless muse
And wait anon ’til morrow’s dreams pursue
~ Christopher Thor Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 5 january 2012
When I Look At You
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, 4 january 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
Christopher Thor Britt, 4 january 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
Christopher Thor Britt, 4 january 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
~Christopher Thor Britt
Christopher Thor Britt, 2 january 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
Christopher Thor Britt, 2 january 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
Christopher Thor Britt, 2 january 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
Christopher Thor Britt, 30 december 2011
By Your Side
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
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