The sands sleep beneath the mists
As the breath of time sets in
And my memory of you
Settles soft upon my skin
I felt your hand entwined in mine
As we walked through the morning's mist
You called me your "El Cid"
I called you my wedded bliss
I returned your loving devotion
You're my dear Jimena , if I be El Cid
Across the sands , through morning mists
We walked hand in hand
In a later day I found a wonder
But no where near the age
I am sadden by the book
With the many missing page
If you are my Jabal Tariq
Then I'll be your rock El Cid
But far across there is such distance
That no man can abridge
Perhaps in another life
Closer we will be
I will be your day El Cid
If you be the rock of Love for me
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: Rodriguez Diaz deVivar (1040 -1099) better know as El Cid , was a Castilian nobleman and military warrior of medieval Spain .The Moors gave him the name El Cid (Lord) out of fear and respect . Jabal Tariq - Rock of Gibraltar
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Comments6
Good write, I enjoyed the film back in the day.
Thank you for reading Goldfinch60 .
Read it through twice - great read S
Thank you Michael Edwards for reading it twice and for your comment .
Very nicely done!
Thank you WriteBeLight for reading .
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