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.
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
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.
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.