In the small village
Where folks keep secrets in coquillage,
There lies in a blue and green shell
A beautiful story, made to tell.
Child, put the cone up to your ear,
There is importance in this story here.
A story of women and men's swoon,
A story of the Earth and the Moon.
There once was a nymph and a shepherd
Whose souls with longing were peppered.
They formed love, love so strong,
That even death could not part them long.
The beautiful Nymph first fell to the sky,
The faithful shepherd followed close by.
For the Nymph was his world,
And he her light.
Child, why do you cry?
No, the lover's did not die.
For She is the world, every part of the earth
And he is the moon, from where night's light is birthed.
It is said that come twilight,
There can be heard a song alight.
From the rush of the waves,
As the sand quickly behaves.
Behold, a sigh, sweet as a dove,
"We live as we, and we love as love"
This tale I tell you is none but true,
Come with me to the sea and I will show you.
My Eunoia, for endearment, no need to look above,
Just Come live with me, and be thy love.
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The Nymph and the Shepherd Series
PoesíaThis piece is composed of four separate sonnets, consisting of the original work by Christopher Marlowe, " The Passionate Shepherd to his love", and three poems in response to the first, written by myself; "The darkening love of a Nymph", "The Sheph...
