Amidst the Shade...Beneath the balmy bliss of shading bowers,Amidst the Shade... by *SylvanSmith
by the broken light, I pass the hours;
as dappled shimmer the sun’s sundered rays,
whose girted glimmer dances strangely astray;
to unfooted lands so darkly shrouded,
where crawls the crease of the canopy crowded,
with gilded portals to the hidden hue,
which when I watch, I think of you.
For wonder ‘tis thine aerie of wing’ed way,
as wander thou the aether of dimming day;
if wouldst but your wing gift me a quill,
or would but your kiss favor me still,
written with reverence would I voice my vows,
as smitten here swoon these burdened boughs.
The Artist (Dedication)Ere the dawn she softly sighs,The Artist (Dedication) by *SylvanSmith
as ‘twas left no labor scorned,
that as deeds did her night comprise,
and by love, made beauty born.
For what by day does light devise,
that the moon cannot adorn,
and how befits truth’s twilight eyes,
if in the veil of dark we mourn?
Wouldst sleep she steal if there to tend,
‘twere the toil of her heart’s need,
‘cause slumber’s state could ne’er there lend,
the dreams that by drudge are freed;
for by her love doth faith contend,
with her craft and with her creed,
as boldly there the time sure spends,
the hours that her hope feeds.
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Panic 
Happy Late birthday my muse.
Sta.sh
I think I saw it before too.