These are two poems, joined as one and my first News/Poetry article.
Enjoy.

To that Skylark return'd Home,
Why did you leave? Was I too cold?
Did thy Beauty, warmer climates roam?
And force my once-open'd heart to fold.
Afeared for thee,'twas cast adrift,
My love's deep Anchor to the Seabed lost,
Savationless from that deep Rift,
That is Love's lot; And Loving's cost.
But Time doth pass, I had forgot,
Cursed Hope, my friend had fled,
In these times of need, Despair my cot,
Now thouest returned and I not Dead.
As Trees rejoice the Spring so I rejoice,
To see your Beauty, renewed your Voice.

To that glamourous Phoenix brighter than Day,
In Winter's gloom for thee I prayed,
Now dare I glance, when thoust turn my Way?
Am I doomed, or am I saved?
Enamoured of thy charm, thy Fiery Sight,
Knowing thou had come from Paradise,
I came too close and set alight,
Am I to pay the price?
I fear my touch shall break thy Fragileness,
Yet know it is I who'll break,
How can I run beside thy Agileness,
Nor can I from Madness wake.
Tou art so Glorious and so much more,
Your Grace alone makes my Heart sore.


(Feared lost Love or Loves lost Feared,
The Scales do balance sound,
Which one to thine own heart endeared?
For to raise one up, is to let one down.)


Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Ero, in the year 378 AF.