Song of Seasons
Kissed by the stars
Golden glow in the river
There is wind in the grass
And the water lands shiver
Today you are near
Gently holding me fast
But will you be here
When the autumn has passed?
Fondled by moonlight
Silver mist, silver springs
The meadows are milk white
And a lone blackbird sings
Still you remain
Softly holding my hand
Will you do it again
When white frost rakes the land?
Covered with leaves
Auburn forest, gnarled trees
The old willow grieves
Summertime memories
Yet your words speak of love
Arms embracing me hard
When the storms broil above
Will you still want my heart?
Sleeping in snow
Sparkling world full of dread
The white mountaintops glow
And the songbirds are dead
And you sneaked away
In the dead of the night
Your weak soul could not stay
You were not made to
fight
For the friends of the summer
Are fair and are bright
But they leave with the sun
And their touches are light
But the children of winter
Are brave and are strong
Like the skies reach eternal
And their love lasts as long.
Song of Parting
When our days of light are spent
And the flame of life is gone
To the land where stories end
We will go, and go as one
On the long and winding road
Of which songs and gods don't tell
On forgotten seas we'll float
We'll set sail and bid farewell
While our minds and troubles rest
From the chains of time released
We will brave our final quest
In a distant land of peace
But in all fair winds that blow
In the rising of the sun
In all good things that will grow
In every smile, our love lives on.
Song OF Storms
If pain could make a sound,
Would it whimper, would it squeal?
Would it howl, bay like a hound
Or ring clear like costly steel ?
If my fury were a tune
Would the dancers be on fire ?
Against all doubts and fears immune
Raging wild, to my desire ?
If your face where but a mask
Of fake emotions meant for show
I'll not forgive, as you have asked
For you can harvest what you sow
If my reproach could be a river
I'd make sure that you would drown
Take my arrow and my quiver
From the heavens shoot you
down
If the storm could break the love
And all the passion that's now lost
I'd cheer it from above
For all the misery it's caused.
Song OF The Forgotten
Bedded in the jagged rocks
Gnawed by the tooth of time
High above the shepherd’s flocks
A ruin sleeps in vines
The river roars, the wind it howls
A sigh of long ago
The sheep they graze, the shepherd growls
The looming chestnuts grow
The halls of men once highly praised
Now drown in bitter rain
And no one’s voice is ever raised
In stirring song again
No footfall on the cracked stairs
The sky is stabbed by boles
A shadow flees – a lonesome hare
The chestnuts swallow whole
The lonely ruins time shall sweep
Where Kings and Lords have passed
Their bodies rotting in the deep
Above them, sheep eat grass.
Song of FREEDOM
Above the clouds a lone birds sings
Locked in a cage without a key
It perches there with broken wings
And painful memories.
No starlight in the empty skies
Trees whither in the bitter cold
And flickering, a hope that dies
Trapped in a cage of gold.
The moon peers out, the watchful eye
The snow it falls in gentle flakes
When from a winter sleep of lies
The dreaming bird awakes
A wind stirs in the breathless heights
It rattles on the golden bars
And in the dark, a bird takes flight
And soars under the stars.
