Silvia

O Silvia, my Silvia…where in this lonesome hour

Can my heart with sweet abandon find you there?

If chance upon the wind, you do float as lotus flower

Would on my earthen bed you gladly fare?

 

I am your silent lover…though cloaked in gentile guise

With lips, mine own affection would I treat you

And in the twilight’s gloaming your embrace there would I prize

If fate would look away while there I greet you.

 

O suitors, I commend thy will to win dear Silvia’s hand

While exile finds me close enough to see

Yet mark this, would be lovers, her hand there you may find

But her gentle heart was offered first to me.

 

~Christopher Britt

 

Once More

I see your name here and there

Suddenly, I can’t get you off my mind

 

I catch your fragrance on the air

Remembering when I held your lips to mine

 

I feel your presence all around

In the night and in the sunshine, warm

 

I would give all, and all again

To hold you once more in my arms

`Christopher Britt

Letters

Silvia,

 

I know of what you speak.  The water is wide and to chance swimming o’er may lead to an unsavory end.  You speak of love stories and tragedy?  It’s amazing how often the two are intertwined.

 

Love is a bitter-sweet arrow that carries a joyful pain, a welcome poison that spreads to every extremity and causes mastery of the heart over the mind.  I fear that I am so afflicted. 

 

But I welcome this pain, it let’s me know that I am alive; for life is not just time to spend until our inevitable demise, but the very pulse, the heart beat carrying hope and vitality to these arms that have longed to hold you...to these hands that long to touch you…and these lips that yearn for the chance to truly know you.

 

I speak boldly with words I should never utter and feelings I am not supposed to have.  I cannot tell you how many such letters I’ve written you and then disposed of without sending for fear of being an unwelcome fool.

 

But, if I am a fool, then an honest fool am I, leaving my heart pray open to live, to love and soon be broken.  I am alive and will e’er remain.

 

~Will