A Way With The Fae

Akin to the sprites
From the land of my birth
She danced, then posed, then laughed
Then curling her toes
Deep in to the sand
She reached out with soul
And whispered her craft

Come with me
To the edge of the desert
In search of wisdom and light
We shall taste infinity
And a thousand other delights

And so I followed her every step
To a place where time was no more
A tangible dream
A delectable scene
The incarnation of some ancient lore

In to her arms
I was bound
As heart and soul intertwined
And it was here
That I found my end
As I faded in to the divine

Doubt

I’ve had many lives and learned enough lessons the hard way to know when to step back and when to act. Yet here I am. Surrounded by those with one life, one vision and one set way of thinking and I do not know if that will ever change.

Catharsis

Allow me to grant you my rage for a while as I do not need it for the time being.
Be aware however that it belongs to me and I shall remove it from you as I see fit.

The Traveler

She moves in ways that captivate
My imagination
Roaming a cerebral wilderness
Beyond my recollections

She opens up my thoughts
Her hands suggest direction
Her lips a cheeky smile
Her eyes shine with affection

There’s something of a mystery
To what motivates her mind
Is she running to or from something
Or are we lost in time

As Above

She lay her eyes upon an image of the heavens at night and said: “I do not recognise any of these constellations.” To which came the reply: “That is because you have spent your life staring at the wrong stars.”

Mother

This spinning little rock upon which we can thrive was once little more than a ball of fire. A result of collisions and compounds sharing energy or being obliterated. Energy and matter in violent interaction, fuming and radiant, forming a glowing sphere of intense heat and then: the flames died down, the embers cooled and from the ashes came life.

Akin to this little rock we are born from the flames of passion and are destined to live as embers. Some will ignite new flames, others will simply glow through their existence but ultimately all will turn to ash. So be gentle if you chose to rake through the ashes for they are the foundations and remains of the mythical phoenix.

The beginning and the end.

Your Move

“You do not win a game of chess by being a chess piece but without them there is no game to play.”

The Meditation

Still

Looking for finality
A satisfying conclusion
To the battles and struggles
Made by man and his illusions

All these years
Decades
Centuries
I have waited for the day

Still

Silence is my appeaser
Where the thought finds a way
To circumvent the conflict
And live another day

Another day of waiting
As decades pass
Centuries
And still I wait

Third Time A Charm

Somewhere between
A dream and a drug
Both real and surreal

Divided by thought
United by paths
The impact was inevitable

The shattered minds
The broken souls
Must heal together

There is no other
Option or choice
Within destiny or fate

Together we breath
Together we bleed
Together we die

Written In Stone

I watched the blood of the mother of mother spray a crimson mist upon a white handkerchief. It was a sign that she was soon to pass and time brought this sign to conclusion and left me as a child with a trinket carved out of jade. This trinket took the form of an elephant for an elephant never forgets.