The blossoming of a valuable and balanced relationship, intimate though not necessarily sexual. A dance; a connection on a higher level. Infatuation. Mutual understanding and deep emotions. Harmonious flow of energy lending a sense of ease and comfort. Trust and free will. Depending on the neighboring cards, it may indicate a choice to be made between what is desired and what is acceptable. The help and support of a lover.
Anna-Marie Ferguson, Legend: The Arthurian Tarot
Still Adored
A rose is more than it seems
It has fragrance, ever sweet
Thorns, they cut to the bone
But still the rose is adored
~*~
No matter how many thorns
No matter how many trials and tribulations
My love for you only grows stronger
My desire only increases, threefold
~*~
Let me inside your rose
Let me become another of your thorns
Let me care for you evermore
~*~
A rose is so much more than it seems
It has a fragrance, ever sweet
It has a taste, bitter ecstasy
It has thorns, draw blood
But still the rose is adored
Stilled love evermore
Candlelit Darkness
So cool, still night air
I walk with you down rainy streets
Wishing morn never comes
Tonight was special
Tonight changed me forever
~*~
Though you cried
You still held on
As Bane and I
Destroyed the Worm
It was your love
That sealed it's fate
Inside my Witch's bottle
~*~
Destruction of darkness
Rebirth of candlelight
End of oblivion
Return of salvation
~*~
Forgive me
If I never let you go
Forgive me
If I love you to death
Out There
Out there walks
Out there stalks, me
Out there awaits
Out there tempts the fates, me
~*~
I walk, stalk you home
I await, tempt your flower
I love you, out there
~*~
Out there opens up
Out there lights up, me
Out there poems bring
Out there does sing, me
~*~
I open, light up to your touch
I bring poems I wish to sing
I love you, out there
~*~
Out there I stand
Out there I wait
For you to invite me in
Or for you to invite me in
Or for you to come out
Hold me, love
Hold me, out there
Tarot Turns
The Fool
I played the Fool
Priestess, Empress
I the Magus, Emperor
Yet still with all this magick
I couldn't speak
For fear Fortuna's Wheel would turn out of my favor
That I'd collapse as the Tower
Why be I the Hanged Man?
Why do the Lovers laugh at me?
I will not be the Hermit again
My Sun must be with your Moon
Why does the Devil play out my fears in my mind?
Why does the Universe crumble around me?
Is this my Justice?
With no Star to look upon for hope
Does the Chariot crash through my dreams
Balance be damned
Aeon why am I in a crowd alone?
Death why do you pretend to kill me?
~*~
Ten of Swords led me to ruin
Seven of Disks why you laugh at my failure?
Nine of Wands where was your strength?
Six of Cups you give me reversed pleasure
~*~
Five of Disks you my worry
Ten of Wands you my self oppression
Knight of Swords you make me incapable of decision
Seven of Cups you my guilt, holds me back
~*~
Why can't I just say it?
Why must I have my brothers by?
Why am I so afraid to tell her?
That I would die for her
That when she cries it's like knives stabbing at my heart
That for her to leave would be the end for me
I can't be the Hermit any longer
I planned to be alone
But now I'm not
My plans all changed
All became centered round her
If she does I return to my old future
If she goes so do I
Risking All For Love
I am of Dragon
Yet still I afraid
Why do I feel tears upon my face?
Why do I wail inside?
My Bardess turned to be so much more
I thought she'd just heal me and stay for awhile
But now I can't have her go
She hold my heart
In her hands
I placed it there, willingly
~*~
Now as I fall deeply in love
I fear of her departure
How can one mean so much to me?
I've be alone so long
I can't go back to that
I still remember the hurt of dieing inside
Now living I will not die again
Unless my body dies as well
~*~
She be my soulmate
Never felt this strongly about anything before
Even now I cry
Even now part of me dies
Preparing so that the hurt be not as much
But what if she stays?
I'll never get that part back
Do I take the risk of dieing once more
For the possibility of living love evermore
©Brian Jasper 98