The Sleeping Rose (Metus' Song)
The rain set early in to-night,
-And bitter cold wrapped seam to seam,
When there I followed dreamy lights
-That stole me down a swifter stream
-To lands were people nearly dream.
And what along the dreary lies
-To where we speak and softly true
Do know the highs of sleepy cries
-Where all the children softly do
-Sleep crying through a milky hue.
And I, a man but not a man,
-And her, a teeming little sprite,
We laughed and sang as life began,
-And poured a wine to fix the night
-As off we followed dreamy lights
To places where the sun began
-And shown its light upon the morn--
Upon the Earth, the moon, it ran;
-Upon the naked space I'd sworn
-To softly live a life reborn.
Wondering if she loved me--she
-Who knew not true my name or face,
Sending through the glass so free
-I seperate from her embrace;
-A fine divine and lovely place.
And Luna to the left of me,
-And Metus standing to the right,
We found a door along the sea
-That carved itself among the night
-And peeled out the light-to-light.
But Luna shot an eerie cry
-That pierced the even ocean sound,
And eyes of wide she softly sighed
-"The cupido is oft abound,
-And three times wrapped my neck around!"
And as she fell aross the floor
-Sweet Metus took her in his hands
And sweetly kissed her more and more
-To wipe away the soiled sand
-And lay her down across the land.
And as he held her, crying sweet,
-My body turned away around
And felt the door an aweful heat
-That touched me with a wicked sound
-And there around my neck it wound.
But here, alas, I saw it true,
-And what within the door was writ
But, "Cupido within here moves,
-And where within I shall admit
-Who cupido to here commits."
I turned to see my comrades lie
-Together on the soggy shore;
Sweet silent tears and teary sighs
-Together make a living more
-Than simply walking through a door.
I wept, I cried so heavy still,
-And with my brother Metus pained,
And held my heart as weepers will
-So wished to fall like water rained--
-For love's not worth the unexplained.
And here the door and letter grew,
-And opened spoke a light of gold,
And understanding, now, I knew
-That cupido, as letters told,
-Was simply love in times of cold.
My breath, it grew much deeper, deep,
-And filled my chest with solemn air;
And just as when the weeper weeps,
-I shook my breath as unaware
-As dying in the shade. And there
I saw a sight to never leave
-My mind, as long as living goes--
A piano black my eyes percieved
-With resting on its livid flows
-A soft and supple, silky rose.
With bitter cold wrapped seam to seam,
-I know the things that no one knows,
That in the land where people dream,
-To lie with Luna, Metus chose
-To never see the sleeping rose.
-C. Nicholas Walker, 2006
-And bitter cold wrapped seam to seam,
When there I followed dreamy lights
-That stole me down a swifter stream
-To lands were people nearly dream.
And what along the dreary lies
-To where we speak and softly true
Do know the highs of sleepy cries
-Where all the children softly do
-Sleep crying through a milky hue.
And I, a man but not a man,
-And her, a teeming little sprite,
We laughed and sang as life began,
-And poured a wine to fix the night
-As off we followed dreamy lights
To places where the sun began
-And shown its light upon the morn--
Upon the Earth, the moon, it ran;
-Upon the naked space I'd sworn
-To softly live a life reborn.
Wondering if she loved me--she
-Who knew not true my name or face,
Sending through the glass so free
-I seperate from her embrace;
-A fine divine and lovely place.
And Luna to the left of me,
-And Metus standing to the right,
We found a door along the sea
-That carved itself among the night
-And peeled out the light-to-light.
But Luna shot an eerie cry
-That pierced the even ocean sound,
And eyes of wide she softly sighed
-"The cupido is oft abound,
-And three times wrapped my neck around!"
And as she fell aross the floor
-Sweet Metus took her in his hands
And sweetly kissed her more and more
-To wipe away the soiled sand
-And lay her down across the land.
And as he held her, crying sweet,
-My body turned away around
And felt the door an aweful heat
-That touched me with a wicked sound
-And there around my neck it wound.
But here, alas, I saw it true,
-And what within the door was writ
But, "Cupido within here moves,
-And where within I shall admit
-Who cupido to here commits."
I turned to see my comrades lie
-Together on the soggy shore;
Sweet silent tears and teary sighs
-Together make a living more
-Than simply walking through a door.
I wept, I cried so heavy still,
-And with my brother Metus pained,
And held my heart as weepers will
-So wished to fall like water rained--
-For love's not worth the unexplained.
And here the door and letter grew,
-And opened spoke a light of gold,
And understanding, now, I knew
-That cupido, as letters told,
-Was simply love in times of cold.
My breath, it grew much deeper, deep,
-And filled my chest with solemn air;
And just as when the weeper weeps,
-I shook my breath as unaware
-As dying in the shade. And there
I saw a sight to never leave
-My mind, as long as living goes--
A piano black my eyes percieved
-With resting on its livid flows
-A soft and supple, silky rose.
With bitter cold wrapped seam to seam,
-I know the things that no one knows,
That in the land where people dream,
-To lie with Luna, Metus chose
-To never see the sleeping rose.
-C. Nicholas Walker, 2006