Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Shelter.
Shhh.
Don't say a word
Just let me lie
In your shelter
Let the wind blow across my face
And the sun shine down upon me
Nothing
But the sound of the rustling of the feathery grass
The leaves of the trees in the wind
The sound of the wind
Everytime I
Feel the weight of the problems of the world
Upon this old soul
I
Come here
To your shelter
Let me lie here
And leave the worries of the world behind
Where nothing else is allowed to come
All cannot pass the ford which guards us from the world
Let me lie here
And feel nothing
But the wind across my face
And your prescence
Comforts me
Your arms
Around me
Let me lie here
In your peace.
Shhh.
Don't say a word
Just let me lie
In your shelter
Let the wind blow across my face
And the sun shine down upon me
Nothing
But the sound of the rustling of the feathery grass
The leaves of the trees in the wind
The sound of the wind
Everytime I
Feel the weight of the problems of the world
Upon this old soul
I
Come here
To your shelter
Let me lie here
And leave the worries of the world behind
Where nothing else is allowed to come
All cannot pass the ford which guards us from the world
Let me lie here
And feel nothing
But the wind across my face
And your prescence
Comforts me
Your arms
Around me
Let me lie here
In your peace.
Monday, September 06, 2004
Poisoned Dreams
The rainbow serpents
which live below the bridge
Kya is their goddess
A goddess of dreams
Did she put the poison inside your heart?
Which promised the sleep of eternity and dreams of tranquility
Black is her kingdom
Void is her origin
They say that is where she came from
Where we all came from
The rainbow serpents
Their blood promises the dreams of a forsaken god
Sparkling, dazzling, shimmering
A poisoned promise
They say that is where she came from
Where we all came from
But I came from somewhere else
Did you not?
Kyrolie
Kyrolie
Sat under the plum flower tree
With her mirror and her comb
The flowers scatter each year
Seasons come and seasons go
Yet she waits there
The pool of water surrounds her
Lapping at the hem of her robes
Yet she moves not
Love is who she awaits
Yet love comes to her not
And war comes only too soon
Kyrolie
Lifts her robes and takes
her mirror and her comb
She goes on journeys afar
With her sword and her horse
And fights many wars
Many does she meet
The dreamer and the warrior and the seer
The princess and the goddess and the colonel
Legends are told
Songs are sang
And battles of foretold enchantments and alliances are won
But
When Kyrolie
Returns to her home
She goes with an empty hand
And an empty heart
And only her mirror and her comb
The horse is left by the pool
The sword hung in a tree
The shield rusts 'neath a bush
And Kyrolie stays
Beneath her tree
And lets the flowers fall upon her evermore
Who she waits
No one knows
No one knows who made his bed in her heart
They call her name in many towns
They praise her name in palaces afar
And cities and temples and stables
There are those who seek her out
For love and war and friendship
For heart and soul and apprenticeship
But never will they find her
Kyrolie stays 'neath her tree
No one knows where she is
All rode past her pool
Faerie or goddess?
Enchantress or demoness?
Who would know of what she is?
Perhaps she is nothing more but a dream
Indeed all she hopes for is but a dream
But who am I or you to judge her?
©all poetry copyrighted by marilyn 2004The rainbow serpents
which live below the bridge
Kya is their goddess
A goddess of dreams
Did she put the poison inside your heart?
Which promised the sleep of eternity and dreams of tranquility
Black is her kingdom
Void is her origin
They say that is where she came from
Where we all came from
The rainbow serpents
Their blood promises the dreams of a forsaken god
Sparkling, dazzling, shimmering
A poisoned promise
They say that is where she came from
Where we all came from
But I came from somewhere else
Did you not?
Kyrolie
Kyrolie
Sat under the plum flower tree
With her mirror and her comb
The flowers scatter each year
Seasons come and seasons go
Yet she waits there
The pool of water surrounds her
Lapping at the hem of her robes
Yet she moves not
Love is who she awaits
Yet love comes to her not
And war comes only too soon
Kyrolie
Lifts her robes and takes
her mirror and her comb
She goes on journeys afar
With her sword and her horse
And fights many wars
Many does she meet
The dreamer and the warrior and the seer
The princess and the goddess and the colonel
Legends are told
Songs are sang
And battles of foretold enchantments and alliances are won
But
When Kyrolie
Returns to her home
She goes with an empty hand
And an empty heart
And only her mirror and her comb
The horse is left by the pool
The sword hung in a tree
The shield rusts 'neath a bush
And Kyrolie stays
Beneath her tree
And lets the flowers fall upon her evermore
Who she waits
No one knows
No one knows who made his bed in her heart
They call her name in many towns
They praise her name in palaces afar
And cities and temples and stables
There are those who seek her out
For love and war and friendship
For heart and soul and apprenticeship
But never will they find her
Kyrolie stays 'neath her tree
No one knows where she is
All rode past her pool
Faerie or goddess?
Enchantress or demoness?
Who would know of what she is?
Perhaps she is nothing more but a dream
Indeed all she hopes for is but a dream
But who am I or you to judge her?
