Walkin thru my mind

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.

 

NOV2018-banfiadh

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

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

 

 

 

Unicorn

Unicorn

 

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

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.

 

Banfiadh-Wolfthought2007

 

 

Thought = Form

Thought = Form

Life begins.

Dreams Fade

Hopes die.

People change

Hearts cry

Souls sigh.

Death comes.

 

And the sun sets, crimson.

 

Wind blows.

Grass grows

Leaves rustle.

Rain falls

Thunder tolls

Rivers run

 

And the sky dawns, iridescent.

 

Mountains rise

Stone crumbles

Sand sloughs

To soil

Trees grow

 

And the leaves dance, merrily

 

Stars are born

Planets drift

Through time

Suns fade

 

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

 

 

 

Eternal Muse

Eternal Muse

 

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.

 

Banfiadh –Wolfthought2018

Deceptions of The Heart.

Deceptions of The Heart

I’ve asked the Gods to free me from your presence in my mind.

Cried for quiet numbness to block away the time

I’ve wished the walls around me, wrought iron to the core.

Thrown my heart within them so I can’t feel you any more.

 

I seek you through the darkness of my desolated soul

Cross the threads lying broken within this endless void.

I hunt across my memory to turn you from my mind,

For desire lies shattered locked in boundless time.

 

I rage against you now and then to hide the hurt I feel.

Crush each spark of laughter shared by you and me.

Curl in the cold darkness that lies inside of me.

I’ve wished away forever, though I cannot count the times.

 

I beg the gods to free me and unchained, my spirit freed.

I’ve hunted down your memories and cast them in deception’s seas.

I‘ve wished the hope to silence while crushing every spark

And I dance upon the jagged edge of this shattered heart.

 

Yet I seek you in the darkness and hear your silent cries.

I feel your breath upon me as never begins to die.

I see your face behind my eyes, your touch upon my skin.

Sleepless as I memorize the contours of you once again.

 

I sought across the tracks of time searched both high and low

Driven by a needing of which I didn’t know.

And when it grows the darkest as I cast you from my heart

I wake anew each morning as it all begins again.

 

I’ve loved you through the ages across the universe divine,

and searched across the timeless plain to free you in this time.

Maybe in tomorrow in its never dawning grace,

I’ll open eyes upon you safe in your embrace.

 

Banfiadh – Wolfthought2018

The Spell of Being

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

I am.

 

Banfiadh-2017

Oh my . .

Dust . . . cyber dust everywhere.

Started digging into papers and efiles and folders to see what I can find between writing new stuff and working on other projects.

I hadn’t realized the number of unpublished bits and pieces I have left laying around.

Somewhere, most of them are on physical paper too. Or the seed of the thought that transforms from a fleeting word painted image into something else.

Poems in metre, poems that create their own cadence. Furious diatribes and heady heartfelt schisms.

Scattered wantonly across my hard drive.

All while trying to tease new material from behind the veils of my inner scratch pad . . .

 

Rain Menagerie

Rain Menagerie

I’ve ridden the winds that bring the rains

Flowed down creeks to the lakes that drain

And trickled to seas of the never tamed

 

A sparkling gleam of the dew in the morn

A colorful sky that a storm sends to warn

Drifting gusts that wind thru branch and thorn

 

I’ve raced with the hunter to call of the chase

Dodged the dogs of war in frantic life’s race

Hunter and Hunted, two sides of my face

 

Rabbits and Ferrets and quiet Moles too

The Moose, the Bull and a Fish swum true

Gazelle and Elk all a part of nature’s stew

 

The Buffalo dance, and Antelope bounds

The Thrush in the woods, Quail at ground

Hesitant Fawn waiting for comforting sound

 

The great friend Whale swims in jeweled seas

Not ever troubled by his brother, the Flea

Chipmunk and Squirrel, laugh safe in their tree

 

Sister Eagle soars through shimmering skies

Cousin Hawk dives swift, death on the fly

Even Vulture takes part in hiding life’s lies

 

The Coyote grins with an animate snicker

Fox eludes hunter with a brush tailed flicker

Small friend Weasel is ever so quicker

 

Hyenas, Leopards, Jaguars and Dingoes too

Tigers and Bears and Koalas and Roo’s

All creatures of life if your seeing runs true

 

The Wolf in his forest, the Lion his plain

The Stag in his meadow and Man with his brain

All brought together through life giving rain

 

 

Banfiadh2006

Consort

CONSORT

 

Within her arms I walk alone

Seeking for her always

Long trail of desolation

 

Facing ever outward

Adrift with only hope

She lies behind the veil

 

Glimpses of her come

Like stars in diversity

Within the waking dream

 

Touches of chance

Reflect upon one

In many unseen ways

 

Here she lies

There she walks

Shades of memory

 

Upon each face

I see her touch

Never wholly

 

Reflections of her

A scent, a taste

Touching hearts

 

She behind me

Yet beside me

Forever just beyond?

 

Long the separation

Lady, take my hand

Leave me not alone

 

banfiadh2009

Last Days of The Summer King

Last Days of the Summer King

 

The sun of his youth has faded

As he sits in silent contemplation

Skin wove with scars and tales

With the soft polish of weathered wood

 

Frost tumbles through his beard

Grown long beneath considered gaze

Eyes aglow as memories march

In quiet pageant of contemplation

 

Antlers worn white, rest upon his head

Rich entwined with cold kissed vines

A fading splendor that adorns his brow

Caressed with words of countless lives

 

The sounds of glee and laughter fade

As the skirl of music lies about him

And life around him dancing

In a furious array

 

His hands recall the memory of

The bright spring Maiden fair

His nose the scents that linger

Of the fiery Mother’s hair

 

And through the seasons turnings

As the year flew fast away

He smiles of his love the Crone

As they whiled away their days

 

From the rebirth in the Winter’s night

The laughter of Spring’s warming light

Through the fiery dance of Summer’s height

Unto the harvest of Autumn’s flight

 

He smiled as he recalled the days.

 

Snow settles soft about him

Tossed on the Winter’s wind

Grayness courts and calls him

As he turns his thoughts within

 

In shadowed time the way grows bright

He sees Her there within

Into her arms he gladly steps

While this tale begins again

 

The revelers turn towards him

With wry merriments chagrin

The words of blessing falter

As they wonder where he went . . .

 

Banfiadh2017

The Winter King’s Land.

Awakened night in harvest future

Silvered streams across embrasure

Through the portal, a chance’s glance

The Faeries dream before me danced

 

Awake! My Lady to share the view

Wish to share this vision true

Across the meadow glowing holy

Light plays softly dancing slowly

 

Fields of glowing pristine white

Spread before our entranced sight

Cast upon the gleaming land

Castles spires, tall and grand

 

Silent Knights ride tall and bold

Fey Ladies waltz is grandly told

Palace glistens in crystalline repose

Torrents locked in glassine throes

 

Silvered wonder in mountain home

White and green where hunter roams

Breathless clarity in shimmering air

Ramparts splendor from yesteryear

 

Cedars mighty in cloaks of white

Satin glory of cast moonlight

Tumbling down the stony bed

Quartzite dreams playfully led

 

Marbled fields carved in light

More than just a fancies flight

Observer’s eye to fantasy

The Winter Kings reality

 

banfiadh2006

Beautiful Raven

BEAUTIFUL RAVEN – 2006

 

My Beautiful Raven touches me

with wings of silk soft elegance.

Tattered spirit and companion soul,

heart from beyond the tragic fence.

Through misted time our spirits

danced calling in resonant harmony.

Like the soft and delicate fluttering

of a butterfly upon flower petal.

Soft the touch and soft the steps she

has made beyond the wall of rage.

Silvered moon beams play lazily where

once the fires of anger reigned.

To touch is to smile is to laugh even

through the cage of imprisoning distance.

I’ve hid from thee – pushed away from thee

and turned from loss to once again find thee.

Do I touch thee do I take thee with all care

take you in my arms and hold thee fairly?

What we long for what we hold dear

does it step close to us through veil sheer?

Can we reach beyond the veils

to stretch across the miles?

Will soul and spirit survive the

touch beyond the Ethereal?

My Beautiful Raven touches me

and makes my spirit sing

Avalon Calling

Avalon Calling

 

Sitting low in green seas embrace lies lost Avalon

Spirits of the ancient race still welcome ancient dawn

Veiled in false mythology there lies the hallow ground

There beats her heart exquisitely- the solace of our race

Downed by sacred blasphemy in bloody holy war

Lies that turned the mother into a secondary whore

In his name they’ve led us, to do their devils chore

Lift the flames of life again burning prisons to the floor

Raise your eyes up sacred children, for lost mystery

Sacred birthright lost, confused by errant history

Turned the blade of trickery and trust into a travesty

Robes of greedy calumny invested human misery

Yet still the bell tolls loudly its calling to your soul

Cast upon the sands of time, life’s ever shifting shoal

Thrust upon the stone of fate and to the cauldrons coals

Bear the sword solemnly to see where bright-spear flew

The Lady of the Island calls across the Sea of Time

Her song strums spirit strings, rapturous entwined

Can you hear the echoing of her loving beckoning

Upon the shores of reckoning? I hear fair Avalon

 

 

R.W.W.

Banfiadh copyright 2009

Slaughter

Slaughter

 

You slaughtered screaming demons

And the voices shouting no

Murdered all those screaming fears

Killing scars that never show

 

 

You destroyed a thousand nightmares

Turned to dust a thousand lies

Ravaged burning anger

Of one who’s been despised

 

 

Razed a hundred fences

Blown a thousand bastions down

Splintered all the war machines

Burned the ruins to the ground

 

 

Smote the lifelong rages

With no chance to voice a sound

Put to torch the tattered corpse

And harrowed frozen mound

 

 

Flown past a hundred lifetimes

With grim memories galore

Run them through with vengeance

Shattered bones upon the floor

 

 

In a single shining moment

One cast by gods of fate

Battered through the barriers

Tearing down the standing gates

 

 

Within a breath of touching

You’ve conquered clinging ties

Turned them all to nothing

With first look into your eyes

 

 

R.W.W.

Banfiadh2007

 

Leaf

LEAF

 

 

 

Leaf

 

 

Tossed

On a quiet summer breeze.

 

 

Torn drifting.

Upon playful currents

Warmed by pregnant sun.

 

 

Swept quietly aloft

Currents straining

To reach unknown heights

Of self imposed limitation

 

 

Painted glorious in light

Despite a map of life lived

Etched quietly upon a dying skin

That reflects slowly in turn

The light that dances through the dust.

 

 

R.W.W

Banfiadh copyright 06/13

 

 

 

 

 

Dark Flight

Dark Flight

 

I spread these wings across the world.

In cold and isolated splendor

The silent wind tears me softly, slowly.

Leaving me senseless.

 

I stand upon the edge of nothing.

Darkness at my feet.

Flight of lone silent soul, waiting.

While in the dark she calls.

 

Bereft of feeling, a loss of sensation.

Why doesn’t this simply fade . . .

Walls of isolation blown away like mist.

Before ever you knew I saw you.

 

Nothing left there to wrap self in.

Rage has paled before you.

Gone with the simplest gentle touch.

Just want to fade away.

 

Yet Love remains the constant

As I am standing in the rain.

Gently bathed again and over

Sheltered in the pain.

 

 

R.W.W.

Banfiadh copyright 11/13