Once in a Thousand Years by Edea Baldwin


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Once in a Thousand Years

I have known the beauty of fjords
in the sharpness of icy winter,
in the sun-brilliance of golden summer,
and I have seen meadowflowers
and tasted honey-wine and
aged winter ale that sets
bones afire.

But only once in a thousand years
have I known beauty such as yours.

I have fought with shield and broadsword,
hewn through flesh with my axe,
cleaved enemies as if they were
made of parchment,
heard the beserker cry of battle frenzy.

But only once in a thousand years
have I surrendered - sweet conqueror.

I have watched friends and foe alike
caught within the unstoppable
webs of time and fate, vanish down
into the darkness and dust of the grave,
and marveled that I could still walk
this earth and feel - anything.

But only once in a thousand years
have I truly wanted to feel, just feel you.

I am ancient and jaded and weary
with the boredom of tedious,
pointless existence,
a walking corpse of deadly attraction,
women and men alike wanting to
die for one taste of my gift.

But only once in a thousand years
have I wanted to give in return, to you.

My lover, I live for the day
you finally understand my need, my obssession
my burning for that which you alone
can bestow upon this weary traveler
through endless time.

Joy. Lover, you are my joy.
Only once in a thousand years.....