Chimera
Ian R Thorpe, A few notes at the end explain the symbolism which is based in Celtic myth. CHIMERA. You take my hand and kiss my lips then like a starburst you are gone; flown on psyche's coloured wings to outshine the dazzling sun. And when I find you once again where, as night's dark mares hold wake, you rest; tranquil as the moonlight reflected on a still, deep lake. And sometimes like a timid deer and sometimes like a butterfly you change, fearing to know yourself while I must love you constantly. Though you may come as summer's nymph, clothed in colours of Lammas - day or as a sullen silent shade cloaked and cowled in sorrow's grey. In memory's cavernous fears where monsters haunt your sleepless head whispering with voices from the past, wearing dead faces that you dread to drive you a million miles from the sanctuary of my light, love's timeless, purifying flame will