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
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
Restless . . .
Even when you walk among the shadows of your mind
When your thoughts are chaos across the great divide
The world caves in around you as you pace around your soul
Let your spirit ride the wind, through the shifts of time
You saddle up your iron horse and head out for a ride
The walls are close about you and the worlds getting dim
You can hear the echoed whispers of restless roaming wind
Road lays there inviting as you wonder where am I
The road calls in the silence and its time to ride again
Shell never turn you down and shell never turn away
Shell always be there waiting until that final day
The road she is a lover and all times is she a friend
She calls to you to ride upon the lonely winds
When the days seem endless and the quiets far away
Smoke on the horizon and thunder drives the day
Lay down the throttle gently until its open wide
On down the open road and across the rolling plain
When you reach the foothills times washed away by rain
So you roll into the mountains and feel alive again
Wind rides upon your shoulder with nowhere else to go
Take the road less traveled in between the now and then
She’ll never turn you down and she’ll never turn away
She’ll always be there waiting when you hit the road again
Across the lines of memory and roads of yesterday
She’ll always be there waiting as the sunset ends he day
Ever new horizon that passes through your view
Keep the wheels turning each road is travelled new
See the next bend turning as you fly along the ground
Iron horse keeps rolling now lay the hammer down
Endless is the highway as we travel with the wind
Tomorrows just a memory in the road of yesterday
Worn upon the restless heart and shadows of your soul
Shared with those who travel, upon the lonely roads
Shell always be there waiting when you roll out for a ride
Just around the corner upon the endless tide
She’ll never turn you down and she’ll never turn away
Even when you take the ride that is your final day.
R.W.W. Banfadh – wolfthought 2010-06-06
Alone I sit wandering the passageways of undesirable solitude a perilous path upon the edge of a treacherous and windswept cliff.
A solitary being seeking wholeness and balance, not always alone in physicality but never balanced in reality.
Long has it been since early wounds, even upon the measure of the spirit since I have felt a true and lasting completeness
Ever seeking, ever searching and ever wandering though somehow afraid of finding
The sorrows of a million miles lie behind my weary steps within this singularity of existence.
So many that indeed I flinch in hesitant disbelief from the glory of the morning star – rising harbinger of new potential and the renewal of life.
I fear not the chance in itself but that the hope will again turn to ash at the lightest touch of my fingers, withering away like smoke upon the winds of precarious time.
I reach hesitant and gentle in the true hope that this one chooses to share from the deepening cup of life with me.
I wonder still at times if a curse resides upon me as I struggle to maintain hope.
Will the starlight burn in its cool cold radiance, or will it comfort and warm
Heart torn and no one hears as the scars of unseen wounds muffle the shrieking fears that rampage gleefully inside
Born into the arms of solitude, damaged to the edge of fearing anything more than retaining an existence of nothing.
Where then lies the end of this when strength and heart and hope may fail to see through to the light.
To long alone, yet knowing in truth little more than the frail resilience of forsaken soul yet each day breaks with new promise.
Will that Star of the Dawn shine and remain within my reach?
R.W.W. Banfiadh – Wofthought2005
Silvered horn on frosted brow
Beard streams long and low
In silence eye to eye is seen
Lost fantasies between
Hooves of golden luminance
In steady rhythms dance
Softly come the footfall
To mysteries fragile wall
Tail sweeps the forest floor
A Princess’ flowing gown
Low the heart beat resonates
A shimmering of sound
Mane of moonlit filigree
Weaves quite like the sea
Pirouette of symphonies
It dances in the breeze
Gleaming coat of satin snow
Pure in innocence glow
Beckoning the purest touch
Of yesteryear and such
Fairy steed of days of yore
Comes the Unicorn once more
With Maiden’s fair of grace
To hold its shining place
R.W.W. Banfiadh – Wolfthought2003
Out of the file box from a few years ago.
This was written at the request of a friend for her daughter.
Teardrops on Her Skin . . .
My lady touched me softly
With tears upon my skin
An’ yet they’re not deep sorrow
Though pain soft lies within
Brief the parting, just for now
Soft peace and hope begin
Stand upon the threshold
And the world dropped from view
I looked into those searching eyes
They were looking back at me
Time stood still in each others arms
As we lost ourselves within
So Lady hold me gently
I know you’ll hold me true
Stay within my arms
So I can hold you too
Ask the Gods to speed the time
Fly swiftly through the days
I carry you within me
I left teardrops on your skin.