I Miss YouIt's horrible to say thatMy only way of expressing myselfIs toSing or to writeSongs which seem to have no meaning forYouOr me because history reads there is noUs
Through Your EyesIt was through your eyes that I was able to see,The dark, the light, the grey in-between.Although you only see in black and white,I know that your heart and mind are set right.You wish to run, to explore the world,But without us to return to, in a ball you are curled.Without your ever joyful presence I fear,That I will be losing something very dear:A soul that knows no evil,A mind ever eager,A tail which is never motionless,A friend, who is always there.When I speak my fears aloud,By you, my mind unclouded.So never run away,Don't leave me here astray.
Spring has sprungScent of flowers everywhereOne cannot help but stareFor the beauty surrounds us soAs another season comes and goesTightly coiled for so longBut here we areSpring has sprung
On AyalaBeneath the trees, betwixt the stately pines,the Lady and her beastly Lord see all.The wealdkin loose their tongues and raise their headsto lift the forest heart with secret songs.And in their verdant halls, the twain hold court,attended by the eagle, fox, and hart,accepting tribute, as is their just due.A force of heroes, sleeping at their feet,lie cold and white, until the time shall cometo rise again and fly beyond the mistsin service to the King Returned. But nowa time more yet must pass before they wake,and life shall slumber still within their veinsuntil the Lord and Lady call them backto take their place in wicked earth again.Then those twain shall rule the city and the wold,and stone and steel and murder be laid low,for where the gods of Life should choose to tread,no grief can fall nor human psyche knowthe sting of death. The night will be here soonwhen maid and beast will dance beneath the moon.
Elemental WolfI am the stellar wolf.With eyes of amber,Which hold fallen stars,And that reflect the moon's glow.I am the Inferno wolf.With my fiery heart,That burns for a mate.And the passion to run free.I am the Aquatic wolf.With my liquid movements,That help calm my pack,In times of confusion and pain.I am the Wooded wolf.With my pine needle fur,That stands on end in fury,When danger threatens my pack.I am the Aero wolf.With my bone chilling growls,And my light hearted howls,That reach even the heavens in the sky.I am the Earthen wolf.With my sand paper paws,That help me grip,And rip into the earth when I run.I am the Elemental wolf.Though I may seem strange,With all my forms,I am actually one.With one heart,One soul,One desire,I am the wolf.*howls*
Forest fairiesThe night covers the woodsWith its black satin skyRiver streams, the moon gleamsCall forth small creatures, shyLike stars sparkle, far awayTheir wings glitter 'mong the mistEmerging from the oldest treesBelieved not to existSneaking by the silver streamDeep in the forest's clutchOnly visible in the placeThat humans left untouched
October EyesSuch gentle colors drip across your freckled shoulder blades.A quilt of puddled watercolors soaked in auburn shades.Spun of golden rivulets and rinsed in autumn skies,So many endless currents swimming through your lonesome eyes.Brushing under fingertips and over shattered songs,Unraveling like morning glaze against my paling palms.With beauty like October hills and hollow as the skies,The water drops against the earth will be our lullaby.
Where Only I am PresentI tread along the rain-worn streetsOf urban sprawls whose dwellers sleepIn pied quilts or a lover's fold,Minds filled with easy, pleasant dreams.Within the hour, young and oldWill rise for what the day might hold,With vigor’s kiss on beating breasts,To ward from winter's ice and cold.The maples bow to winds' duress -Adorned in frost, their Sunday best;Though as for snow upon the ground,Such sparsity does ill impress.I cleave my path without a sound,As if to shore the magic woundThroughout the city's empty sweepWhere only I am present bound.
To SummerRealm of new gold, and blue-hot raging sun, Yellow kept kingdom of the spilling fields;Blind under burning filaments that runLike blood from the bursting heads of corn,As sultry woods dapple with bluebell pealsAnd all the summer fruits of swallows song;Are shaded by kestrels, glaring overheadAnd jealous ponds are broken by the stares;Of swollen mayflies, peering from the dead.Bright Hyperion, who had never seen,The dark side of the earth give birth to thoughtsThat were not vanquished by a fiery screenOf sunrise through his airy crystal courts.Who glowing like a distant neutron star,Passed his hours with the lightest heart,Of all the gods that trod an ancient path,When fledgling then came rising Jupiter,To fell the giant from his roaring part,And cast him down onto an ashen hearth.Look not upon the lion faced seasonOr its brazen path for answers to life,But take the moment to trace the horizon,And float on the seconds flooded with light.Drink of t
'Ware The Fae'Ware The FaeTo those who walk the secret places,Open spaces,By the meresThrough shadowed night and mornings brightWhen deft sunlightThrough branches spears,O'er the hills and e'er anonWhen heights are wonAnd clouds enfold,Or diving 'mongst the reefs of goldAnd sights untoldAnd floating there,Who, ming'ling with creatures of oldAnd fishes boldAnd mermaids' hair,Patrol the surf and dunes of sandAlong the strandAnd listenFor the callFrom Neptune's hallWhere the seashells slide and glistenYou who sleep among desert starsWhen camel carsSoftly jingle,Who through the dust and on the prowlWith coyotes' howlDo mingle,To those whose tracks lead ever backTo leafy scenes,In jungles green,And those who cross great grassy plainsWithout trainsor contrails,You who hearken to the Lady's callAnd see it allAnd everThat she unveils for you to share,If finding thereYourself,Then be aware that if you dareIf you use care:You will findThat which ever onward trailsL
PoetreeNOTE: The poem should have the shape of a tree. If it looks messy, your monitor is too narrow. Press "Ctrl" and "-" until it fits into your monitor, or follow the link in the author's comments. Thank you! In darkness sweet I dream I sleep; my fate to wait till time is ripe A tender leaf curled in the seed, an idea that would be freed I dream of bra
Into the LightThe moon tonight is, simply, a white noteadrift, spinning. It patiently tracks the breezeon the edge of genesis, floating in motes of static. On the surface, it seems at ease. Light filters through oak leaves and coats its thrall, the summer heat's slow weavethrough the river's margins to the throatof the sea. Small fish leap up to teasethe moon tonight. Simply, this white note rotates its body like thread released from reel, alters its position over nodes
Four Times A YearSeasons changeFour times a yearSome bringing joyOthers tearsBut whilst the wind may turn to rainThe colours of Autumn are here once again