Stone

Stone

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

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

 

 

Morning Star

Morning Star

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

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The sorrows of a million miles lie behind my weary steps within this singularity of existence.

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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.

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Will the starlight burn in its cool cold radiance, or will it comfort and warm

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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