Angelic Voice, version 1

Soft sweet sound of music do I hear

Aloft on angelic voice to touch my ear

I’ve raged across ten thousand years

Lost with no hope and deep in fear

 

    A passing glance at amorous play

     A drifting thought across life’s way

     A passing ship set to sail that day

     A chanced meeting but who can say

 

Sounding chimes within stopped time

My heart is spilt in lilting rhyme

Where love blooms their is no crime

Only fear holds lovers to that line

 

    A passing glance at amorous play

     A drifting thought across life’s way

     A passing ship set to sail that day

     A chanced meeting but who can say

 

So your hear my heart and hear it true

I have no fear of how I feel for you

The closer steps bring nearer view

When that Angelic voice came thru

 

Banfiadh copywrite 2005

 

Angelic Voice, version 2

Have you ever heard thunder on a cloudless sunny day?

Never have you heard a sound that took your breath away?

Have you ever heard the ticking of ancient timeless clock?

Then you heard the music that caused all time to stop?

When walking down the road of pain alone there came a gentle rain

Thrust through heart like daggers, releasing spirit from its chain?

 

I have.

 

Have you never touched another from a lifetime far away

With bitten lip and lilting sigh that begged to come and play

Within the core, deep inside a child lays bound to neglects lock

Silenced alone in misery while crying silent destiny is shocked

Have you ever heard the sound of life’s most cleansing rain

The crying sound of angel’s voice when she’s released from pain?

 

I Have

 

Banfiadh copywrite 2005

Tryst of Truth

Therein lies the very heart of all those tragic woes

Whereby sparks the start of whatever evil grows

Know ye that the lying tongue, oft destroys the truth.

Gone the simple trust that was once the grace of youth.

 

Whence the wonder on ones face upon the shadow fall

Whimsy cast upon your fate within your hidden all.

So far upon your yesterday cross branded on your lips.

Cursed to suffer silently within your shallow rift.

 

When the trust that one claims dear from self turns away.

Upon your heart the leaden fear grows slow into dismay.

Dishonor follows languidly as within your bed ye lay

Paths of falsehood lay within to grip you in its maze.

 

Wander not so idly why your trusts so hard to give.

When in kind you cross the line within white lies you live.

Small falsities lead to a road with a never ending twist.

When within you lay’s the truth in long forgotten tryst.

 

Copyright2008banfiadh

 

Two Worlds

Two Worlds

 

One foot here and one foot there.

Places seen where most don’t dare.

The side that sees the winding road

And one that guides the brush.

 

Iron cage and bracelet links

Just aint my cup of tea.

Wish the motherfuckers

Would stop and let me be.

 

Live my life my own way

An’ try to tread on none.

Swing the blade of vengeance

Disguised in artistry.

 

What really does it matter

If I choose to wear a lid.

Life is never safe you see,

No matter what you did.

 

I ride because I have to,

Wind between my teeth

Art the guise that mirrors soul

And what resides in me.

 

Soul that never bowed

To staid conformity

Heart that beats, reddened

Wildly and free.

 

Ride alone or with another.

Miles beneath my feet.

Wind and water, fire and earth

Keeps me in that seat.

 

Paid those dues and all the rest

And pay em twice again.

Not quite crossing far enough

For life in souless pen.

 

Walk along the razor line.

One hand upon the blade.

Touch the knife to taste the ink

In which a life is laid.

 

I ride because of wild love

For places I haven’t been.

High among the peaks

And low across the land.

 

Keep the gas tank full

Leathers close at hand

Through the rainy morning

Or burning sunlit grand.

 

I ride because I have to

Fly both swift and free

Roving like the ancients

Across the lands unseen.

 

So lay me in the corners,

fast and flying low.

Upon an open endless road

Destination long unknown.

 

Banfiadh – copywrite2009

Faith

The morning trickles by languidly

Indolent seconds hand crawls, eyeless

Scribed in winsome remembrance

Soft treasures measured in rhapsody

Rebellious in reluctance of motion

Eternities die upon an eyelash dewdrop

Framed by golden halos in cerulean prism

Time captured, waits idly upon the shelf

Each moment distilled from priceless memory

Gleaned from precious moments spent with you

Words and thoughts flow in symphony

Brush’s dancing across invisible canvas

Seeking true form and shape of moments past

They glide swiftly ahead seeking true form

Restlessly awaiting our tomorrow’s

Breath parting waiting lips

Eternity poised upon finger tips

Future memories unfold in ecstasy

Within the moments dreaming

 

banfiadh copywrite Sep2012

Dance Tomorrow

Come dance with me, in the rain

Bare of skin and shame

Under sun or pale moon

Early morn or soft twilight

 

Woven from the silk

Of daydreams silent webs

Cast aloft on feathers

Of hope that wasn’t said

 

Come play with me, lady

In a mountain stream

A still quiet pool

On by a shady dream

 

Laugh with me softly

In deep shadowed night

Share life with me

In the dark or light

 

Walk with me tomorrow

Or could be yesterday

Stroll within the memories

Of what we have to say

 

Sit with me in quietude

Free from soul’s solitude

Hand in hand gently

In each others arms

 

Come dance with me, in the rain

Of tomorrow yet unknown

Look toward the memory

Of days we haven’t yet

 

 

Banfiadh copywrite Sep2012

Journey

Visions of her wake me daily with a smile

Though some roads remain yet to cross

The vast expanse of hope spreads before

Radiant in the presence of rebirth

 

Thoughts of this one lift the burdens of life

From battle scarred and weary shoulders

Dawn by dusk the journey draws ever shorter

Life the scent that leads wayfarer on

 

Though life has certain fragility’s through time

Trust builds the path I believe I follow

Slow solid and with rising confident pace

Long traveled steps devour the homebound way

 

Though I fear little the journeys end

Though the lord of shadow’s were to wait

For this I would forfeit lives of the future

For the simple touches of a new existence

 

Far better to try then to run from fears of past

For only in the steps of self belief can one live

The past settles slowly in the western sea

Greeted and tempered by the first gleam of dawn

 

Banfiadh2007