Rhymes in Red: a collection of poems by D. W. Christian

Love Song for a Naiad

Would a water spirit ever love a man?

If he were merely that

And nothing more than that?

Can a mortal tame what only nature can?

If love were part of that?

Would you believe in that?

Yes, it's my misfortune to be smitten by

A spirit free as she

none lovelier than she.

Stupid and a foolish thought - I know not why

I am bewitched by she,

Enthralled by none but she.

All the gather from amorous writ has fell

And missed just how I feel,

Exactly how I feel.

Forth has come a muse to here attempt to tell

And translate how feel,

Embody what I feel:

Eyes that draw me deeper in without a fight

And capture all of me

And ransom all of me,

Wearing perfect skin so soft and milky white

That tempts the beast in me,

the animal in me.

Love the word is beaten by mundanity;

There's no denying that

I was a part of that.

Yet there's no word proper for my lunacy

than something else than that-

It surely must be that!

God, I love that water nymph with passion found

In only firelight,

A burning raging light.

Give my heart my legs and watch it then abound

From thoughts of her delight,

Her ever glowing light.

Most I dream a dream where she is mine alone -

This dream it drives me mad,

So surely I am mad!

Lock me in asylum, break my flesh and bone

escape to join the mad,

My kin, who too, are mad.

Mad I may end up to be, but still I yearn

To solely be with her

And just belong to her.

Water drowned me long ago with tides that burn

That burn with thoughts of her.

That burn with thoughts of her.