Come run with me along the edge of heaven's fire
From the dawning of the night until its funeral pyre.
The high road,
The blood road,
From the world's beginning.
The wild way, the wind's way
With the gray wolves grinning.
Come fly with me, my love, and never tire
When the juice of life meets heaven's ire.
The red road,
The blood road,
From the world's beginning.
Come taste of life! Come fear no death
Until the stars are dimming!
by Elena Alecsandri. Printed by permission.
(December 10, 1993; Evaonne F. Hendricks)
Youthful in each curve and dip The youthful body, childlike grace; Elena: Lover, fairy-light, by Nicolas Alecsandri. Printed by permission. Heart that calls, I cannot answer Torturer! Have you no mercy? Siren, must you lure me further? How to bid him cease his thunder? Dare I do it? Would you join me Still, the blood-dance never ceases; Dinner-gong! Do you not know Caution drives me to another Nay! Stop beating quite so loudly! Quickly! Lest the madness take me, Do not seek me out in daylight; Someday we may meet at dusk, by Petru Alecsandri. Printed by permission.
From cheek and eye to swaying hip,
Beside the fire she sits and knits,
Warm wool between her fingertips.
She remembers blood and rain,
Pleasure, joy, sorrow, pain,
Wild nights running with the wolves,
Or flying with me over the plain.
The dancing lightness of her steps;
Belie the years we both have lived.
Though now she dresses not in lace,
Satin, silk, or antique pearls,
Still it is thus I see her now
Whenever I dream of her by day
While wrapped, content, in her embrace.
Yet stronger than the steel of swords;
Mind to mind and soul to soul,
Heart to heart together bound.
Bound together, yet as free
As eagles dancing on the wind;
And thus I hope it well may be
For us, for all eternity.
(March 26, 1994; Evaonne F. Hendricks)
. . . and sometimes it just seems like this.
Dinning thunder of your heartbeat
Pulsing here beneath my lips
Telegraphs along the length
Of veins from neck to fingertips.
Trapped so deep in sleep's embrace.
Your incessant measured knocking
Cannot stir me from my place.
Cease, now! Let me sleep the day!
No, the tolling instrument
Of torment timpanist must play.
You invade my every dream.
Raging rush of carmine liquid
Drowns me, parched, within its stream.
Stop him? You will cease to be.
That, unless you join the blood-dance
Tooth to neck, both you and me.
Thirsting through eternity?
But what difference? After yours
Another heart would beat for me.
Drummers leave, the dance remains.
Hearts will cease; the drummer drumming
Slack his pace and stop--in vain.
You call me from my silent bed?
Every evening, never ceasing,
I must hasten to be fed.
Lest your earthly clock I stop;
Drain the cup and crush the bottle
Savoring each velvet drop.
Torturer! I'll not thus doom
Another victim to my sentence
Roaming in eternal gloom.
Flee from me, I thee implore.
I will seek another's treasure,
Plundering its liquid store.
Do not seek me out at night.
I will hunt another lover
For my thirst and my delight.
Or, maybe we will meet at dawn;
But now to save you from my fate,
My love, I fear I must move on.
(August 17, 1994; Evaonne F. Hendricks)
Youthful in each curve and dip
The youthful body, childlike grace;
Elena: Lover, fairy-light,
by Nicolas Alecsandri. Printed by permission.
Heart that calls, I cannot answer
Torturer! Have you no mercy?
Siren, must you lure me further?
How to bid him cease his thunder?
Dare I do it? Would you join me
Still, the blood-dance never ceases;
Dinner-gong! Do you not know
Caution drives me to another
Nay! Stop beating quite so loudly!
Quickly! Lest the madness take me,
Do not seek me out in daylight;
Someday we may meet at dusk,
by Petru Alecsandri. Printed by permission.
Put down that book! You can read it
Tonight is a night--it's a moon night my love!
Come dancing and frolic with me!
I want you beside me at nightfall,
On the wild wind of the night;
Shards of the moonlight and white lace on waves.
Come dancing; come join me in flight!
by Cedric Alecsandri. Printed by permission.
(September 2, 1994; Evaonne F. Hendricks)
If any tell my father dear,
Or tell my worried mother,
They would forbid my love's embrace
And bid me love another.
Why? Why? Don't ask me why
I love him more than ever.
Fly! Fly! Away I'll fly
With him I'll spend forever.
His eyes can see in darkest night.
No sword can e'er defeat him.
He loves me more than life itself.
I'll gladly run to meet him.
He sleeps away the daylight hours
And wakes when dusk has fallen.
When all is still I slip away
For I can hear him callin'.
I love them all, my family dear
I have no wish to grieve them.
They say his kiss will bring me death,
But I could ne'er believe them.
Tonight I'll take the garden path
And meet him in the gloaming
Before tomorrow's dawn is here
With him I'll go a roaming.
(April 23, 1997, by Evaonne F. Hendricks)
For Dizzy, who wanted more blood.
Wake up and smell the plasma!
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