On the Road To Vezalay Part 1

I was on the road to Vezalay, for Richard and his quest. All the Christian knights would gather from countries east and west. The papal hordes would vindicate, and our swords and banners blessed. As I walked the woods of Avalon, in peace and serenity. By a stream in the shade, a vision came to me. There she stood before me dressed in purist lace, against the sun her silken form, my eyes could easily trace. With her eyes she beckoned me to a place where blossoms lay. From her shoulder the garment slipped, a moon and star above the breast stole and transfixed the eye, all was haze and peace below the bluest sky. Jasmine filled the air as we lay that summers day, we questioned nought and let our feelings play. Her fingers of such tenderness, danced and skipped my nakedness. Her skin against my chest, I leant and kissed the moon above her breast. Longing sighs and the joining created, sensuous tones until our love was sated. The evening grew cooler, the light began to fade, our bodies locked in passion, all was love in shade. The morning proved a darker place, of my love there was no trace. No bright star to light my way, no kind lips for me to play. I searched with a heavy heart but could not find, the love the heart so kind. I asked myself with great contempt, surely not, I had not dreamt. Then I saw in the blossoms there, lay the flowers from her hair. With a heavy heart and heavy soul, duty called and gained control.