The Quest
poetry for the Queen, Regina
February 26, 2000
I shall set upon my steed, well fed and sturdy
As we venture forth through hill and dale
Ready to clash with dragons, and battle with gnomes
Who would interfere with the quest
For the Cup of Life,
And the bower of the faire maiden Regina,
The Queen of her world,
And the recipient of the Minstel's songs
I shall peruse the landscape, and fashion a song of yearning
I shall gallop at lightning speed, and greet before the
Long round rook, the object of love's desire.
I am on my way to wonderful
I am rising on Phoenix wings to the castle walls
I will see the winter tree bud, bloom, and bear fruit
The happy end needs a beginning,
And I begin here, with your thoughts in my heart
As I depart this world for yours
For your world is a blessing to me, no matter
What is or isn't said
Your mind is beautiful receptacle for love
Your heart is pure and white and filled with love
Your cup, your grail, your very being is full with love
I am travelling on a Quest to my Queen
To feel this love which has only manifested itself in words and thoughts
To feel this love which caused the oceans to stop rolling
And the stars to fall out of the sky.
I shall hereby begin my journey
The Minstrel shall sing of Love
And my Queen shall sing in harmony
And the song shall be sweet and ceremonious
And we shall soon lie beside the Love of the Heavens
And my Journey will be at an end.