-TO COMFORT ME-Sending out into the void,
Words of soul and heart,
Who will hear my weakened voice,
Who can hear my calling heart?
Await I do for one reply,
But nought I see nor hear,
To call on thee I wish to try,
But none their way they come to here.
Patient still as wait I do
For just a sign that one recalls,
Of words my heart now speaks so bold
And sends to all the ends of worlds.
And learn I do for teacher is
The sun the wind the land,
Comforting an aching pain
That wrong tis not to have.
By waiting doors and dancing feet I now recall the sound,
Of friends and those of family,
Being just to me and bound.
And now alone I joyfully,
Walk the woods and plains,
My patience taught me much indeed,
Even more they did my pains.
For comfort seek I do of late within my sacred heart,
It calls to me and sings me songs
And paints it's work of art.
My soul it seems with heart as one they speak to me so clear,
I've searched outside for answers dear but now within I hear.
And yes I see of seas so far
-A SAILOR-The mellow winds from rushing seas in deeping skies with blue,
They sing to thee a melody so sweet in heart and pure,
The fish of pearl they swim and swirl in ponds of oceans deep,
With mermaids near of loves so dear they come to chant to thee.
Shells on sands and summer lands that know of only fair,
The sweet the breeze the cool and warm the freshest lusting air.
The sailors make each wish they weave with joy now by the sea,
Longing for the mermaids song with eyes that cannot see,
And all the nets that fish the waters to fill the sailors void,
Dive through and through the waves of clouds with dreams as only bait.
Of nymphs do they recall and how their hearts rejoice at once,
At tales that sing and bring by them the memoirs of their lust.
And sing they do and wave away the moons on hindered sea,
Sleep all so tight within the night with eyes that cannot see.
Morning breeze by masts and deck awakes them far and out,
And all along both mermaid nymphs they danced and sang about.
-ROUND THE SUN-Of manna myth and legend tales,
Of folk beyond the woods,
And those in mountains those at sea,
Above below the moors.
Of pious joy their merry hearts,
Knew not of pain and fear,
Though many walked in peril and doom,
These kept unburdened all through the year.
Among them was a fairytale,
Her face was pure and gay,
She danced and sung with fate and faith,
Yond the realms of day.
And to her voice a boy would seek,
And listen to her call,
To capture moments pure in heart,
To learn the rise and fall.
He forged his way with will he did,
And counselled with the wise,
Held his footing warrior he,
Before his great demise.
With blade in hand he took defence,
And promised his last fight,
Beheading shadows from within,
Allegiance sworn to light.
Yet she danced and on she went,
Free amongst the winds,
She told of tales his heart would hear,
But ears where blocked with sins.
His eyes would look but to the left,
He did not know of truth,
He stumbled onwards back and forth,
And searched beyond his you
-TO ETERNITY-Your song is the wind that rushes and your book is our own life,
Your beauty is the joy we see and guidance is your light.
Your breath is breath for our own lungs and we are here for you,
Exist we do for we now owe each day each night to you.
Time weaves now your very clothes the ages comb your sorrow,
Eternal you are and thus you flow and we shall try to follow.
Like threads the moments pass and go each one it spreads about,
Each moment creates eternity and you are there no doubt.
Your beauty lies within the sun and from it comes your light,
To remind us of our truer way to seek for you in night.
The stars are lit like candle flames and dance beside the moon,
They sing and keep on as they do for sun will rise up soon.
The joy we feel is that of yours and in the stars we gaze,
To hear your voice to sing to us to teach us of your ways.
With your breath we roam the lands and claim what's ours by right,
Forgive us please for we can't see through all our blurry sight.
For every step we cho
-FINDING THEE-I swear of it I saw her face,
Long before the great divide.
I swear of it I saw her eyes,
Long before the demon stride.
Of lips pearl red and hair like silk,
She came with me along my side.
And hand in hand we held until,
The stars would fall and sun would rise.
Ethereal touch that heals the dead,
With voice that calms the grim.
A heart of gold that loves the sun,
Through a past of peril and sin.
I thought I saw her as of old,
Through shadows in a dream.
For now I wake I cannot see,
But past her shadowed grin.
Where is the smile that was of old,
The gentle kiss you gave.
The simple touch of which I long,
Before I met my grave.
The promise you made now broken seems,
Yet still for you I search and pray,
For one more chance to say to thee,
Of everything I saw and made.
Empty now is the shell of thee,
But mine no more has left and gone.
Deer precious bride forgive me now,
For two are mends to make a wrong.
And though your soul may seem too far,
I swear I'll tend your wounds to rights.
-NEW BIRTH-The shadow crumbles as of old,
My debt I have repaid,
For now my doom I see,
Is the very doom I made.
From death I'll bring the life I lost,
From birth the death I'll take,
And onwards we shall march along,
The sleepers we shall wake.
Anew shall be the lores of old,
Rebuilt the Temple of Man,
And with foundation and with song,
We'll feed the hungry land.
From pain we find our wisdom,
And from patience we find duty,
With understanding to remain awake,
Live with our love all truly.
Seek not to lies from here on forth,
Our past is that of sorrow,
Let's take from it what good we can,
And build a bright tomorrow.
-WHAT DO YOU FEEL?-What do you feel my fellow friend,
Never more precious before your eyes,
Silver is the silk that runs her hand,
Smooth is the skin on which it lies.
And smother still the breath that fills,
Her lungs with air, your heart with thrills.
Tell me old friend or foe you be,
Before your eyes what do you see?
How do you feel my fellow kin,
Golden jewels before your reach,
Pearl blue eyes to fill your sin,
And wine and ale for poor and rich.
How many souls do her curves flatter,
How many men or does it not matter.
Say now quick and think more not,
Is the silk more smooth or her skin more hot.
What do you feel when she's in your sight,
Does she light up the room,
Or is the room her light.
Tell me old friend now what burns you more,
The men she has seen,
Or that she's not your own.
-A FLEE FROM LIGHT-Her face of fear knows not to love but only that of shade,
She wears the mask of tremor now to hide her former way,
She lurks in shadowed corners of the earth,
The wind turns tail and leaves,
None shall cross her bosoms nest,
As she turns pale and flees.
She is but cornered in her thoughts bewildered by the strange,
That burning deep within her sting that calls to her not pain,
It is but soothing now she thinks,
Trying to place her mind,
To understand of all that is,
But dear she is but blind.
Challenged by the fate of pasts that dwelled far from beyond,
She looks at last past her own nose and sees the light of dawn,
But dear of mine she cannot speak,
Of words her tongue knows not,
To soothe the heart of those she meets,
And pain she gives, of all she's got.
So blind within she is with hot and gaping fiery chasms,
Her heart in void now searching still in painful tearful spasms,
She came and faced the truth she did,
And crumbled from her throne,
Her darkness broke and in it shone,
-ONE LAST TIME-Of journeys past now I remember of when and how I told,
Worshiped few the many gods that of new and that of old,
Passed through gates of flame and ice walking all alone,
Again and yet again till I could stand not on my own,
My sweat it ran and deep the wounds,
Of blade and kiss alike,
They bled my loins and heart, my throat,
It coughed more often that of blood.
I crossed the lands with sword in hand and shield a mount my back,
I crossed the seas as pirate seer and commander white in black,
I've led the many Cross in hand and blessed with leaves of Gods,
I've preached in deeps and catacombs and led the poor to lords.
Of deserts but how I have seen and none do I recall,
I shoulder thoughts of memory that seem now damp and cold.
To find one truth have I but searched and now right here I lay,
To rest few moments to pass me by so I can start my way.
I've searched in meadows those with harts and into spring's dear dawn,
And met but less of my reflection for all I saw was gone.
I searched nea