The Favour of the Lady

I wear your favour
As the red oak wears the crimson feathers of Fall

As the meandering river wears the reflection of the sky

As eastern horizon
wears the luminescent glow of the dawning sun

I wear your favor
As the armored knight parades the token of his Lady Fair

As the wounded warrior places it over the wound

As five year old boy wears his favorite jeans

I wear your favour
As the painter (you know its Picasso)
wears the hues of his most recent creation

As the welder wears the electric blue lightning

As the whales wear the tears that are the oceans
As the hawk wears the air
As . . .

I wear the colors of your favour
In the deepest courtly gratitude
My gentle Lady

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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