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
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.
Thought = Form
And the sun sets, crimson.
And the sky dawns, iridescent.
And the leaves dance, merrily
Stars are born
And the universe floats, unimaginably
We live for tomorrow and lose the day.
We worry always as life slips away.
We fret for what we have not.
And forget what we have.
Tomorrow is never here.
And you have this day to live.
Some days never change, some never stay the same
Music dances lyrically and the song remains the unchanged.
Life passes in bits and pieces, moments frozen in time.
Is there a need for tomorrow, to wake again?
Banfiadh – Wolfthought5/2018
One foot in tomorrow and one in yesterday.
The passage of the ages never seems to fade.
Strewn across the vastness like ripples in the shade.
I see in all the memories the moments we have made.
My eyes within the heavens and feet fast on the ground.
Each tear or toll of laughter passes without sound
Upon my inner eye does play the memory of you.
Two souls softly touching, an extraordinary view.
Within me burns eternal sun tempered by your moon.
Born within the vastness of creations dawning tune.
We are lost across the cycles of times eternal tide.
We’ve strolled in meted chaos, quite often side by side.
Heart within the heavens and soul on forever’s shore
Our passage has spawned legend, lost in days of yore.
Born within the darkness two lost and wondering lights
Alone in isolation until we heard each other’s cry.
Children of the starlight, we are travelling this song,
This journeys crossed forever and continues to go on.
As we were born in nothingness strewn with stars anew.
Life is lost and empty without a touch of you.
The Spell of Being
I am without time.
I am all times.
I am a speck of dust
I am a mountain of stone.
I am without form.
I am all forms.
I am the last Spark of Hope
I am the Inferno of Creation
I am the unseen Past.
I am the unknown Future.
I am the soft sigh of Death
I am the gale of Chaos
I am without Life
I am without Death
I am a silent Tear
I am an unbroken Wave
I am Spirit without form
And I am Form in Spirit
I am not