Strange mystery of child

Strange mystery of child: 
Like raindrop clear, 
Like sunshine kind, 
Like ocean warm in tropics 

In soldier's body, 
By wounds and duties toughened, 
By death bypassed, 
Of metal made yet supple 

In mortal flesh, 
Immortal lives the spirit,  
God's breath absorbed, 
And yet so real. 

So clear and so real was he, 
I couldn't see through 
This strange mystery,  
And can't see yet.

Forever mystery, 
And longing, 
And pain, 
And hunger for his touch.  

M.N. 
2.11.17 

The Song of The Headless Horseman

headless horseman 

The Song of The Headless Horseman

Night and day, and day and night 

Rides his horse still, watchful knight 

Night and day, and day and night 

Headless body stiff and tight 

He and horse are iron tied 

Night and day, and day and night 

Mighty sword in lifeless hand 

Like the frozen magic wand 

At his last and deadly stand 

Vaunted trophy is his head: 

As the cup in gold it's set 

Wine to hold and blood to let 

No food and no sleep, 

No face, no upper lip 

Joined he is with horse at hip 

He did take his fate in stride 

And was set for his last ride

When the battle changed its tide

Brave he was, and bold he was 
Steely tree above the straws 
First he fought and first he rose 

Handsome was he, loved by all, 
Loved to love, and loved to brawl,
Lived to live and not to crawl

Shadow of his gloried self 
Golden cup on wooden shelf
Empty frame of strength and stealth 

M.N. 
2.8.17