Dreams of mist
Shrouded black mountains
Where magic lives
Where time stands still
Ocean scents
Across emeralds
Where faeries play
Where laughter reigns
Endless shores
Bound to wild nature
Where Cú Chulainn of Lugh whispers
Where have you been?
There was a tree
A long time ago
Where I sat
And I promised
I would return
For just that
Worlds and miles
Gone in between
Now I go
To the beginning
After so long
To sit below
How much was my deposit?
My life a week older
How better off am I?
As I get older
What are the means?
Of living here
When what I give
Causes more fear
I am tired now
Please let me rest
Give a little time now
I will be my best
I finally see now
What it all means
Spending a lifetime
For others means.
Stoic
In time all things fall
Insanity softens to understanding
It was not that, ever
Simply a Truth, beyond its time
Embraced, reconciled
Never apart, but finally accepted
Maybe known before its time
I was, am, that I always was
Now to feel more, and think less
Silence is no longer boredom
It never was, yet was unheeded
I am finally enjoying the play
And I applaud
Stoic.
Across worlds, a blink
Child to man, a breath
A product of what I think
And there is tenderness
Sometimes quite enough
Often falling from the caress
Never leaving, nor arriving
I am here in this moment
I am here, always, loving
I AM
Stoic
A cluttered world
Nothing is finished
Everything begun
Distraction forbids
A tree beckons
A simple thing
Touching, seeing
Two as one
Face to face
Not back against
No distractions
Just a tree and me
Stoic
Her gossamer shroud
Draped so loosely
Droplets fall as tears
The gathering dawn
Will drive away
Traces of dark fears
In reverent silence
The world appears
Never twice the same
Of grayscale hues
To colours unknown
Daylight lays its claim
