On a cold November evening
I watched in awe
As the sun descends
Retreating
Into the cascading shadows
A man sitting beneath a tree
Spoke in a forsaken voice
"The world deserted me
Just over Yuletide
And I shall never see
The flowers again."
The staff that I held
Glowed in the twilight
For such pain penetrates
Even the raw Arcana
A horse carraige rattled by
With its merry and laughter
And the promised bliss
Enveloping its occupants
My feet are worn
My eyes heavy
The staff shimmers
As I grow weary
An inn ahead beckons
With its hearty warm glow
And the din of haven
Mingled with comfort from the furnace
A corner I chose
And sit did I
To fill a tankard of mead
And drink away the past
The thunderheads frowned
Squeezing the rain from their brow
Pods of crystal dropped
And enchanting music did they make
I stood at the doorway
Cold gale did it breathed
Lifting a foot onto the muddy path
I stepped out on the road again, alone.
Rose of Summer
The sky's deepening colour
Reflections of your eyes in the lake
As I held your hand dear to my heart
To skip along the banks of Skye
And see the joyous basking of salmon
The days we thought
Will never end
The land beckons
As I leave home
Away from you
The last rose of my summer
To fill in your embrace
The scented lilies come
And the dew frosted grass
Of a morning I'll never forget
As I wave goodbye
Fare thee well my love
You'll always be
The rose of my summer
Omnibus Pilgrimage
Across the wilding fields
I hear the call
Day and night I rode
Tireless, endless
Stars above companions mine
Moon lighting my way
For the love of life
Hope
For the love of hope
Faith
Enter then, and ride well
Through the gates of Paradise
Your pilgrim's search
Rewards with a dance of joy
Gathers around a blazing amber
A man of good years sat
Ale in hand and heart in mouth
Sings the soul of pure delight
In mirth thus he said
"Oh Cora how I loved thee
Remembering the times we've had together
In the world behind us
I holding your hand
And you mine
Arms around your graceful waist
To spin around
Round and round with abandon
Your laughter filling the night sky
Star light sparkling on your skin
Those eyes, yes those eyes
So filled with love
To soothe the primitive me
I shall never forget
That magical moment
When your lips touched mine
The warmth of you
The smell of your hair
A heart of passion
A drowning tide of love
Endless sea, endless night
That night of eternities
To wish I could relive
With you here by my side
Cora O Cora
As I lay here 'neath the earth."
Drank did he
And wept did she
For they were each other past
Gates beyound gates
Of the Paradise that lay between
Their longing grieves
A trembling wave
A distant echo
Of waves of dreams crashing
Upon the shores of consciousness
I saddled my beast
Approached did I
The canoe came
Silent and sly
Ripples
Coursing through
Motherless child stirred
Childless mother cried
To touch upon the hearts
Of the blissful slept
The fog thickened
I gathered my cloak
A bulls-eye lanthorn
To light the way
Closing
Maw of disparity
Displacing threads of thoughts
To cover 'hind me
Watching the night swallow
Canoe, lanthorn and me
A crystal voice
A singing heard
Upon a distant shore
My heart did ache
Pieces of a story
Fantasia in myriads
Fragments laid strewn
Upon sandy beaches
Picked by a curious child
For the love of life
For the love of hope
Flung into the air
A world thus born
An island stood
Beyond my lanthorn's reach
A harvest stood rich
[ in memory of Irma Hadzimuratovic, seven ]
[ who passed away peacefully in her sleep on 1st April ]
[ from a mortar attack on Sarajevo ]
[ the same attack killed her mother ]
[ and left Irma paralysed from the neck down ]
[ she has relied on a ventilator to breathe since ]
Forever shall the Great Ormand Street Children's Hospital
Miss your cheerful presence
The joy that you brought
Shared, one innocent moment
The pain that brought you
Grief in a child's mind
Lay ye head down on the pillow
Soft as hay
No more bullets
No more sorrow
Under a sheltering sky
How much have thine young eyes seen
The shrapnels that took away your mother dear
And how much have thine young soul felt
When they wasted you
Is it a fallacy
Or is it the truth
Is the truth the fallacy
That you've suffered for the folly
O Irma dear Irma
Rest ye well now
As I sing to you forgotten lullabys
And together we count the stars above
Sleep tight tonight
Nestle your teddy tight
When you open your eyes
You will miss mother no more
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