February 4, 2013

Admiration Unbound

As dictated by Faranza Syns

Midnight's Prose
by Faranza Syns.

...He is too brilliant.
Like the moon, I feel
thusly eclipsed.

His eloquence, his silent energy,
Seemingly reined, bursts free at the touch,
His fingers weave magick like a sorcerer's fiddle, untamed,
Unpolished, wild with crackling power,
But soundless at its climactic precipice.

He is too brilliant.
Like Midnight I am
thusly eclipsed.

And my heart holds no objections. Let his shadow be cast upon me,
That I may rest in his shade,
Resigned, inspired, and
thusly eclipsed.