The Unknown Poet N' the Lover With An Immortal Heart (Part 2)

Your hands n’ your caress traced intimately across a mortal’s flesh a thousand years ago, for she is a stranger in the dark of my distant karmic past, though I know her serenading immortal heart sings in this body of mine now… I refuse to hear your long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with such lust in this place where you linger by your grave, I only wish to see the sweet beautiful memories of the love we made… No!!! I refuse to hear my long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with such lust in this place!!! where you transcend your grave, for there is a weaver n’ a loom of destiny n’ I’ll not repeat that chant ever again by the sea… From the castle to the crest, to the sea, to the waves crashing on the rocks, a hundred times the journey from the womb to the grave I have made while you lay in your tomb n’ your soul yearns in suffering to make amends… I sense you invite me to listen to your evocation in this prevailing wind, it seduces my skin n’ ascends from the depths of my soul from beginning to end, an eternal poetic essay of an immortal heart’s legend… By this ocean of our dreams you tempt me to inhale the perfumed scent though I’ll never know whose breath it was that I now breathe in as the wind n’ the moon feathers the sea in eternal waves… Along this coastline the breath of mother earth has nurtured many lovers, lifted angels on wings n’ called forth mermaids who play n’ sing on the rocks n’ dance in the shadows with the ghosts of shipwrecked sailors in their watery graves but it’s been a thousand years since my immortal heart heard a poet... Today this storm blows across the lands of my ancestors, the siren of your poetic beckoning, an incantation travelling the sea n’ time heralds the galloping horses thundering, racing upon the shore with the chariot of your enchantment never faltering… Their manes dancing towards the crest n’ crash upon the rocks nearby where we made love a thousand years ago in the soft familiar sand, your poetic voice romancing the sunset n’ painting the waves in glorious tones of carnal lust ... Within the evening storm clouds I can see the rain though I’ll never know the name of the lovers whose thirst it quenched with pleasure or who was cleansed of their pain as the blood washed from the rocks upon opening Pandora’s box in their mind n’ lost sight of hope as their fateful love turned to dust…