Walking through my mind
You are walking though my mind again
Though at times I’ve wished you gone.
Can’t help but reach to touch you then
And turn to find I’m still alone.
Oft I’ve tried to forget you, you see.
To let your memory slip away
Yet every morning there you are.
With each and every passing day.
In a quiet place inside
I keep you tucked away
Try to leave you there
To go along my way
Yet every time I stop and pause
I can hear your voice anew
You’re always present next to me
Soft speaking to my soul.
Like a soft breeze her presence dissipated, as I turned . . . bereft and torn her departure left me . . stunned . . . utter sudden desolation . . . for centuries my soul cried in horror.
Time and again.
Of old pain.
Lost upon eyes
I turned away in anger and fear, eons ago it was.
and you were gone.
I turned back and you were gone.
As if you’d never been.
The sound of loneliness
Echoes still across the ages.
and the long hunt began . . .
Through time and ages
and so very much more.
Hope is my armor in the darkness.
To ward against the hurt of time.
First breaking ray of dawn is my sword.
To fend the shadows from my mind.
The last lance of moonlight are the arrows
For my gleaming rain spun bow.
The light of the stars is my shield
To ward the silent blow
The unseen wind is my destrier, valiant
Steadfast in the charge, reliant
Antlered is my helm, shining and resilient
Rising in defiance against the unknown
With these I win the freedom
Swift and ephemeral
Peace wrought from chaos
An eye spark captured
For time enough to reach
Tentatively in Faith.
I am Firstborn.
R.W.W. banfiadh – wolfthought 2003
Raining drops from heart of stone
Diamonds breaking in the dust
Galaxies of questions sparkle
In cold light of the dark
Windows through countless lives
Refracting the fullness of nothing
Colors ooze slowly, suspended
Fragments of timeworn illusion
Worn etched upon a memory
Of things that never happened
Quiet waves of tranquility
Caress the shores of an empty lake.
R.W.W. banfiadh – wolfthough2003