The silent shroud has drawn me to the lake‘s shore as I walk to the antique
to see what was past, things that I never would accept or dare to speak.
They say that the waters within it have a healing quality,
some sort of catharsis of the soul‘s transgressions.
They say that the waters within can open it to purity
as it cleanses the mind of the thought to a reflective regression.
Yea right.
As if it might.
Might actually tell me what I thought was lost,
that one last thing that was dear to me still.
What does this Source know of my sacrifice, of my cost?
Could it glean anything from me as I gazed at it erewhile?
When there was no response from the deep blues,
I took to despair and saw nothing else to lose.
I took the step that brought me to the edge
and sank my body and soul into its depth.
I fell to it with an empty pain as I drowned amongst the sedge
that enwrapped me with their piercing leaves that wept.
Softly, the sweet sleep came to me as a comfort,
no worries, no cares, no sadness, no hurt.
Sweet, sweet sleep indeed,
as I moved from the present to the future and to the past
and as the thoughts of Life came to name my every deed,
my every action flowed as the die was cast.
"Herein lies the man that was to be king,
who was brought on high and to the depths by a Lady who would sing.
And with every note that was heavenly and true,
there was a beautiful scent as well.
With the colours of their deepest hue
was a rose of Life of the beautiful Damoiselle."
Though my mind grows faint at so far a thought,
my mind does know what will be wrought
as I recall what was true of the time.
For a near life ago, there was a path to tread
where our lives were together to thus entwine
and my thoughts of her could not be unthread.
First in my mind I see now is the rose that I gave her,
the first rose I ever gave, for her.
And I recall the look in her eyes as she held it for a moment,
before she put it down to rush to her next class.
My thoughts at the time I will say, were not of love, but I was content,
for I had made a friend of a beautiful wee bonnilass
and felt that we would never know discontent.
Can I say that every moment with her was as I wished?
That each word and action for her was coy and kittenish?
Nay my good fellows, that would not be fair to say,
for indeed I was as a bumbler and a fool as I was a man.
I was not a master of the word nor play
and I was most certainly a poor imitation of the graceful pavane.
But for every obtuse word that came out as a stumble,
there was a word that came to act as a scumble.
With a rather child-like innocence, the honesty and openness portrayed
by two who were new to the land came about to tether
the hopes and dreams of the future, as were displayed.
We made the call to explorations of newness together.
Unfortunately, the immediate thoughts that rise now so very quickly
bring to the fore the recent fight of the actions of impropriety.
When I as well as she would not know each other from a stranger,
where we would see the other and walk on by.
With respect to my motives, I must confess it may have been pure hauteur,
but what her designs at the charade may have been, who knew? (Not I.)
Not to say that either a cause of the ignoble disregard of a Self
was a credible thing to admit to her or myself,
but also to say that neither was the response of the same,
as was done to me for as long a time to ultimately cause me pain,
could account for the loss to each other of the other‘s name.
(I hope that that was indubitably made plain.)
As I recall now with the clarity of lost time gained,
I can see what was the past could have been reclaimed.
In honesty and truth, the bad is present strongest in my mind,
but I do know that that was not the whole.
What I do recall dear at heart is the shades of love in kind
when we were at least, friends of the soul.
I know that hurt looms large when love is gone,
but that should never be the last thought of what went wrong.
Sure indeed that there was a lot of bad in the past,
where we would lose sight of the time together
and we would sail with the broken mast
into the whirlpool of self-pity as we cursed each other.
But for me, there was a lot of good mixed in with the bad,
a lot of good time that we always had.
Perhaps I did miss it when I was later lost in my pain,
in that any good was to be blocked by some mental crutch?
Or perhaps I was merely human,
and not aware of ignorance as such.
To err is to be human, as the wise men say,
but I must not accept that excuse when I lose my way.
I know now that my ignorance was not bliss
and that my actions were not right.
But I had no other way to express than this
and I thought I had no option that was within my sight.
Would that I say, "I may have faulted you as not as good,"
or "that I did not love thee as I should?"
Was it little things perhaps that I should have taken the time to do
or things that never should have been said at the time?
For if I made you feel second best, that was not true.
And did I never take the time to say that you were always on my mind?
I tried to, gods I swear I did try my best
but what I said with heart and fervor, she said in jest.
When I wanted to rekindle at very least a friendship,
I met with the very awkward silence I did beget.
The youthful phrases and the resplendent quip
that we once spoke fell on deaf ears like a novice pirouette.
We had grown up and we had grown apart from each other-
that much I realized then as one of the truths to infer.
Mayhap we can grow as friends,
I can only hope that she knows my words at heart,
for when we now see each other, the silence never ends
and the pain still burgeons at the false start.
Deep within this enlarging confusion, I must confess to you I concur,
that I would give all of my riches to see her old likeness in the water,
to see the life I used to know, of what was familiar.
If I could see it again, life would be -- glorious.
And as such, the inglorious lost I know now would be merely somnambular.
The past troubles would be quickly accepted in history as a fluke discourse.
At present, whereas the voice is silent and the actions cannot be made,
the hand that pens a phrase is to be her only alcaid.
And as I walk the halls of Life alone in my sorrow
and swim in the waters of the night with a silent song,
I can only hope for that elusive tomorrow
when she will see my song that says, "I knew that I was wrong ..."
As for now, what can I say that will tell a truth other than my words?
I do not know the other words.
Am I so wrong in my memories that she was truly without blame?
Was I so out of touch with her time that we merely missed a momentary word?
Yet still, when we see each other, there is the loss of two names,
and at least for me, the tears still strike that uneven chord.
As the waters of Time slowly draw me away from the depths of eternity,
I have garnered a mere little breath of what was held in sanctity.
Though I may know the folly of my past, I‘d not change how Life was borne.
For if I change that past, it would not be me who made the choice,
and the rains might still yield another rose or another thorn.
The path traveled then will decide if I sing a song of sadness or rejoice.
In retrospect, there is the lingering of the times that have past
that have held the Truth and the Life to the last.
For I journeyed into what was essentially nothing
to call pure or hopeful to hold close within the soul,
only to return to the everything
that exists in the cool moon and warm sol.
To stand alone once again at the lake‘s shore,
grasping for the chances, for less . . . for more.
She is gone from my life, her scent and sight,
forever to be the sweet memory
of the dawns after the night.
And only the thoughts to cherish in an infinity
is all that is left.
And a red rose.
Thus die I, thus,thus, thus.
Now am I dead,
Now am I fled;
My soul is in the sky:Tongue, lose thy light
Moon, take thy flight:Now die, die, die, die, die.
Act V.
Scene I
Verse 5-11
The night is ending now so deep
so thus dawn makes entrance on its throes.
At last the pale moon shall go to sleep
and the creatures of night will soon repose.
I walk amongst the misty glades
to find the Little Peoples’ ways.
A Will-o-Wisp guides my steps ’ere long,
for they answer the hidden song.
Water divine in the earth feeds the spirit
as light for the forest past in immortal love.
It awakens within once again, light a lit,
tap into each and all spoken of.
United are the ideals with thee,
for all that exists hath continuity.
Grief returns to joyfulness,
and the longing with oneness.
I seek the truth of the hidden sign,
I see darkened souls give way to sights of life.
Misty winds have my words for too long a time
and they take my thoughts to walk in strife.
I wander to the sides, while she stands divine,
and my voice speaks in verse, hidden in my mind.
Where will they fall, my words I impart?
To deaf ears or to closed hearts?
Dream the scent of love that lingers
ever so faint, yet so definite in avatar.
The feeling, the inspired, the hope it brings her,
a whisper of wind will send it afar.
To her spirit that houses the seed
I found the dryad and I found my need.
Yet I knew not how to entreat her love to stay,
the spirit confused, her fears thus hale me estray.
She is gone, and me without eyes,
I shall stumble through the woods for long.
Blindly I walk alone in darkened skies,
for near and far I hear the song.
Where has my search taken me?
Where must its life be?
I know her voice in the infinity,
yet she speaks not yet of the mystics sanctity.
"Innocence and purity, thee must bid thy time,"
in the forest I run fore fast to leap
to catch a glimpse of your self in time sublime.
By the pond, at waters edge you are asleep.
"Stand true," my soul cries out,
"with gentleness and love." my soul cries out.
Yet now I am at a loss, now I am mute to know,
silent to discern my ebbing flow.
Whisper and wind, spirit and sol,
the centuries are running through the night.
I stand alone again at the edge, I must thole
the silence to surround my body tight.
Shall she dance to the song?
Shall she dance forever long?
The music is soft to my mind within the cool glen
yet accents speak of truth amongst brethren.
With enticement and beauty held throughout,
she is a light in a darkness of my life unsaid.
The spirits and songs stand by as I reach out,
without a voice, my hand is bled.
Sweet, sweet scent is it there
sweet, sweet sight is to bear.
"My hand to be healed if words spread anew,
my soul to rebirth if we not bid adieu."
In the Lady’s hands, the ancient runes of past,
and she draws new ones in the skies.
Seasons of ages have held her soul in lock fast
to keep the spirit from knowing unfettered emprise.
The dryad emerges from within, as she grows to be old
and I seize her hands with my soul.
Pure as a drop, I can hear the words in the winter,
I say, "Thou are true, yet always remember ..."
With the Ladys’ kiss, I shall stay forever
Soft to the touch, a feathers’ caress of its deepest shades.
Love is close to the souls, of sweet taste is the lover
it made an incarnate of beauty to bloom within the glades.
"As thine night grows near deep in hue
the shadows will embrace the true
forever fresh and eternally new in quiet repose.
A whisper of air, and a scent of rose."
She cries there alone at night,
softly so no one hears.
No one hears her tears falling to the earth
except the gods in heaven and the demons in hell.
But we know the tears,
of those who find the shadows of life.
"You look like a woman"
"I’ll never forget you"
"So beautiful"
"Wait . . . no"
"I love you"
"Please, no . . . "
"Wait, you’re so pretty"
"No!"
"Quiet . . . shut up!"
"No!"
" . . . "
"No! Please!"
" . . . "
"No!"
" . . . "
" . . . "
Out of the shadows come the watchers,
seeing all the world through darkened eyes.
But then what do they say?
Then comes the next ending.
Silence
Silence.
She sits there by the light,
afraid of the dark.
She sits still,
until I come by, with her mother.
"I’m sorry baby, I should have . . . I don’t know what."
"Oh mom . . ."
"Baby . . ."
". . . Hello ma’am, sir . . .
It’s not your fault,
what had happened.
Unfortunately this happens to children all over.
Witnesses say that they were seen,
many times together before.
There was no forced entry,
. . . there was no evidence.
I’m sorry, there’s nothing to take to court . . . ."
There’s nothing they can do
to help, they tell you.
But that’s not good enough for you.
That’s just not good enough for you.
Silence
Silence.
Hidden behind the veneer of reason in the human,
are the dark passions in search of release
of the anger and frustration and creativity from the ages.
The animalistic need to hunt the prey,
to search,
to scent,
to find . . .
To fight,
to beat,
to kill,
to rend,
to tear . . .
Only erratic thuds, of flesh against flesh.
Then it is silent,
except for the steady drip . . . drip . . .
in the distance . . .
silence.
Silence.
But she just sits there,
alone in the dark,
silently crying,
gently holding herself,
softly
softly
softly
With an orb of vision, I see her. The
lights reflect off the soft face of beauty.
Her eyes have the glow of moonlight that can
illuminate the saddest regions of
my heart. The image of her unparalleled
likeness heightens my love for her each time
I cast my eyes upon her. The sol is
but a figurehead of what is really
the life light of my world, for without her,
my time would be dark and for no meaning.
She is softer than the clouds and with more
grace than space winds. Gliding through the waters,
a dolphin, her golden hair reflecting
smooth blue-green waterfalls. Her smile is the
sign of spring after a lonely winter,
the kind that brings life to that which was dead.
In her delicate and satiny hands,
she holds the key to my heart, she just has
to grasp the hands of love. She lives now, but
was then and forever shall be, my love.
I walked into Night’s land
where she took me upon her pale hand.
Of the dark robed lady night,
she carried me into true sight,
with many chambers in the unending hold
and only with her grace could I gain foothold.
One room had the madness,
another held the sadness,
ones with pain torn,
others of shame borne.
"I cannot see you my Lady from where I stand
you have misguided me in entering your land.
Where are your hands so soft and alight?
These hands are hard with their unyielding might.
This is not the sight of what I was told,
your promise of freedom for me, and of my soul.
For I see not any wonders of the nightness,
only these desperate scenes of nightless.
This is an untrue, a falsity in the highest form,
it is an unvirtue, likened to the unborn."
Then there was a sparkle from a pale blue brand,
it pierced my eyes, granting me a new hand.
There was a voice who spoke with respite,
"Entered my home, yet you lent the sight,
into a darkness, you walked through a mold
but not what I bestowed upon you pure and bold.
Pure flames, sweet waters, firm earths and cool airs in oneness
these are my gifts which you distorted to another falseness.
Follow my path that is before your eyes so worn,
look beyond the falseness and untrue of elements shorn."
Then as I entered with the pale blue brand,
I saw behind me the traveled land.
It was my own anger, my hurt, my pain and fight,
for I mistook my life and the Night as in unite.
She was not the cold or wrong evil being of old
but comforting and warm, soothing and newfold.
As I left for her true home with the light in the darkness,
I knew Night was like Day, the essence needed for all existence.
Like Life was to Death, all had their gifts to adorn
experiences in fire and water, earth and air to be born.
Sleep my dear, sleep
I know my love, I already know
Close your eyes my dear, fall asleep
Softly now,
softly now it comes
Silken darkness breathes so softly
Sleep, now sleep
I am here, now you can sleep at peace
I know my love, I have always known
Open your mind my dear, feel the dreams
Gently now,
gently now take hold
Gather your hopes garbed so gently
Dream, now dream
I am here, now you can dream at peace
I know my love, I will always know
I’ll hold you tight my dear, my lady love
Slowly now,
slowly now you’ll go
The rhythmic sounds stills sweetness slowly
Softly, now gently
I am here, I will always be here
Wake soon my love, wake soon
Jameson Stalanthas Yu,As I enter the cathedral from the main causeway,
I give pause to the architecture that I can see, what I can sense.
No longer does the world give me sight to my eyes,
for I was blind for all of the ages of man.
Yet I could see, from the stars eternally above,
to the earth infinitely below-
all the glory of the true world.
In the beauty of the sound of nature,
to the wondrous scents of the players abound in it.
I can see the walls of the building as I stand,
where the angels sing to the gods,
where the faithful call to the highs above.
In the glory of the gods, the house, the temple, and the church
fall to the earth as the voices give rise in silence.
For all the fullness and the richness of the spoken word
pales in the inexplicable beauty that is known,
of what must be the silence before the rapture.
Time lingers on as the eyes turn heavenward in joy.
Slowly, ever so gently, the light thickens among the trees,
the waters deepen in hue of blue,
and the wind picks up the freshest scent of life.
Eagerly I hold my heart and soul still for the calling,
as I pray that I can stay for the Becoming.
All of life falls into place as the corporeal joins the spiritual;
all of death rises into place as the unending joins the ended.
Slowly, ever so gently, the silence merges with the sound,
a note of pure love that grasps everything and everyone that exists.
Now, on the cue of the hawk that flies,
the airs break free of the restrictions placed by man.
The channels and the locks are broken as the cacophony drowns out the works.
Now, on cue from the dolphin that swims,
the oceans break free of the captures placed by man.
The tunnels and hewn-floes are collapsed as the din approaches crescendo
Now, on cue from the wolf that runs,
the forest breaks free of the barriers held by man.
The walls and the blockades are toppled as the racket nears ecstasy.
Every essence in my body flies into the maelstrom of the fury
to extoll in the virtues of the natural unleashed.
No dreams are too beautiful, nor a nightmare too harsh,
to hold the comparison of the passions I feel right now.
My voice cries out in song as my body dances to the music
of the rapture time and time again until eternity arises.
The waterfalls carry the love through its fjord,
to bring the air the sharp breathe of life,
only to have the earth capture and unfold it to the infinity.
Softly, the ripples of the waters falling slowly solidify into regal columns,
the airs abound gently around my body to a quiescent standstill,
and the earth meets earth to close up the rifts.
Music that was not audible courses gradually through the dead stone,
quietly and gently, to ease its way back to the source.
Light that could not be seen fades softly into the woodwork,
delicately and serenely merging into the dusky solemnness.
The aura of rapture lingers ever so faintly for a span,
until the masses fall upon the timepiece to start life once more.
I am there alone again, in the near quiet as I stand by the archway.
Nothing but the darkness again in my vision as others walk past.
I am silently thinking, wondering of the dreams that are held dear,
of the hopes that walk in hand with the disasters of truth.
Where shall I enter the raw cathedral again?
At what point will I welcome it from the other once more?
To love with the rapture of the untouchable worlds,
of the purity that was, is now, and forever shall be - is only natural.
Only time will show me in this darkness that I walk in.
-Fading, fading echo,
Hope against hope I must say to my friends
as I gather up the frayed and loosed skeins.
The closure has told me to signal the ends
of the would-be futures as you might know.
-Fading, fading echo,
I saw you sit there by yourself my love
as I walked away from you with rancor.
You saw me laugh in silence long enough
to know that I never really loved you.
-Fading, fading echo,
Dream no longer my dear, dear enemies
of a noble battle over your foe.
For I have sawn your arms, broken your knees,
and I shall laugh at your shame as you bleed.
-Fading, fading echo,
Silence your foolish words my ancient ones,
for I will hear your teachings no longer.
End your tirade as I denounce your suns.
I shall willingly die just to spite you.
Fading . . . fading . . . echo . . . .
Jameson Stalanthas Yu, A resounding cry out from the darkness,
a Genesis of Life.
One swift breath, and the quiet laugh for love,
the innocent child with a special beginning,
an heir apparent of a noble line.
One swift breath, and a single tear for love,
a virtuous man with a special beginning.
Two continents, with one life and one soul,
and across the oceans, there sounded a death knell.
First to be told, was the forbear of my own.
It shall become
a darkened light.
The source of a beautiful light,
my first and only beloved.
Her true day of exultation, four less than a score,
it was to be the one sweetest of all.
On her day of gifts, she prepares a new one,
not for herself, but for her loved.
Woven of my shades black, white and silver,
with the golden symbols to show my own.
Her spirit danced free, as she lay down to eternal dreams.
Second one, of my love,was next to be spoken of.
It shall become
a darkened light.
A resounding cry into the darkness,
a Revelation of Life.
The true, everlasting forest primeval,
the ancient call to the weapons-master,
and the virtuous sovereign answer to the noble kind.
An echo of a final battle, the very last one,
lingers through the glistening leaves.
The ancient blade of life, the Spectral,
has finally found the dragons peace.
The last death to be known, was the one called my own.
It shall become
a darkened light.
Awaken to the break of a new day,
a day as when thine eyes became my sol.
So long ago, a time near forgotten,
if not for the darkened home of my soul.
The words needed to say, the words within,
of a love that was hidden from your sight.
So many times did thy beauty pass me,
and I then began my struggle, my fight,
of what to speak, that I truly loved thee.
That I loved your laugh, bright eyes, true smile.
Or your pure life spirit, lifting me so-
my soul could feel joy, if not for a while.
What was it I feared, so afraid to know?
One more day to try, just one final stance.
Grant me this wish, this dream before I die.
One last time to let her know, one last chance.
Allow this gift to pray for, so that I,
Awaken to the break of a new day.
As the gold sparkles, and then streaks across a mid ebon sky,
Or a quiet murmuring of a light and smooth silver stream,
Or perchance the silent whispering of the unfulfilled dream.
With an orb of vision, you the beauty, are the winds - soar high.
The distant lands of forests, and strong surges of the cool sea,
Your essence, life, beauty - the sustenance of love, thus I breathe.
Jameson Stalanthas Yu,Tiny droplets of water
Falling to the earth.
It has quenched the fire
And is blown in the wind.
Jameson Stalanthas Yu,They grab thy swords to do thee battle in my name,
to the call to arms of the worldly game.
Where hath thine eyes to brought
the stones of war to fly overwrought?
I ask thee for thy truth my dear,
I ask thee now for thee to show thy fear.
My sons and daughters of old and new are in direct ascent
from the hail and the barrage thus bent.
To kill the love of their life before thee hath touched it.
To kill the life of their love before thee hath smutched it.
Damn thee for taking it so soon
from my hand and heart so soon!
I ask thee o’ where is the justice?
Where can my light find a peace in this for us?
Never could this trial have spilled over to their time
when my battle was of thy hate and of mine!
Take it away from their anger at thee
and direct it again at me.
Thee gods hath been fair thus with my life,
granting me all my due praise and due strife.
To hold my children born and to see them die
at peace with their hearts in the sky,
no more could I ask from thee except this gift,
to let them not fight our fight so deft.
With each battle I take comes a peace at hand
to see the sky blue and earth’s green land.
I know the reason why I act so in thy call,
for I was born to raise the standard fall,
of might and magic and technology
to gather the deaths with their destiny.
Evil is afoot and I must fight.
My master bade me to be wary of the sight.
Oh my liege, thee knows not my truth of past,
the burdens of a boy born with the gift to kill at last.
I know I am your deliverance
as well as mine for the sins repentance.
To see the evil as it sees you in darkness,
it calls to you though it fears the righteous.
The greatest irony of Evil is that it inspires others to do Good
regardless of brother or sisterhood.
For we must join in concert to stop its overflow
of the balance that broke when the worlds opened so.
How can they ask me to battle you say?
What makes it my sin to take for the way?
What makes evil so disturbing is how silently it creeps upon you.
How, deep in all our hearts, there is something dark and true
that allows us to behave in ways never before possible thought or dreamed
for once you have bathed in the blood of evil, it can never be cleaned.
Do you realize why my heart is so lost to thee?
For I cannot feel anything any more to be.
Don’t you understand, that I must do
the fighting and the pain and the true?
And yet I would not want it any other way,
I must have it no other way.
If I am anything less than the cold steel blade
in both form and in function as a true made,
if I am anything less than that . . . fighter
then I have nothing else but the knowledge that I failed her.
I was her beloved, and should have been there.
I should have been there.
Thy name is War, to hold my sword forever.
Thy name is war, to spit on it forever.
And I shall fight so no other might.
Hello my dear, . . . I know you don’t hear me
Only a slight whisper is what comes out.
Lost in the oceans
Lost within the words
You were so fair to me, I never dreamed.
Reasons unknown, you were to be away
Open my new heart
Be a part of it.
I am afraid of what to say to you
Now I am at a loss, now I am mute
Shall I stay near now?
Or will you go far?
Now could be the time to be together.
She is a nature’s force that walks the world,
a lady of pure depth and insight.
Sense her heart, feel her love.
Know her earth, her air, her fire and her water.
my figurine of the Lady, feel her life everywhere.
She cups a crystal ball of light in her hands,
perfectly formed from the true mold of life,
tailored to hold my heart in her hands.
Her stand is so straight to sight,
her poise is a gift from the deities.
Sense her smile as she begins to laugh,
as her chest begins to breathe life to me.
In the distance, a light breeze forms,
caressing her hair to the lee.
Naked flowers adorn her nape to scent rose.
Borne from the forge, a tempered steel life.
She has the burning strength of the fire,
and bears her regality well to the night
when her orb glitters in the darkness.
Fierce flames glance out her soul to catch my love.
Watch as the lines of her contours move,
her sensuous body is a undulation of love in motion
She moves the world onward in her wake
and always closes in on your shore.
Waterfalls grace, life giving rains, and purity ascension.
My little moppet, you are divine.
I know not why I write of you,
or why you hold me so.
Though you are but a figurine of the Lady, I still dream.
You are my love, my essence, my soul.
Give me your hand and see
Do you see my spirit?
The glow of its eternal flame
A flame of my love to you?
Feel the name it holds
Breathe the essence it brings
Close the mind and hope
Our eternal joy shall burn forever
Jameson Stalanthas Yu,Enter pure light,
enter new feast.
Enter sure light,
enter true peace.
Every morn begins with her vow:
Enter pure light,
enter new feast,
enter love now.
Every eve begins with her dream:
Enter sure light,
enter true peace,
enter moonbeam.
My newborn child is here for you,
never aging, always anew.
Hear her grand joy,
feel her sweet coy.
Borne by the rainbows, she glides near,
taking in all sights, dropping tears.
"Why must you fight?
it can’t be right."
"Do you hear those songs from soft youth?
Do you know those words in my truth?
Calm thy anger, rough return smooth.
Bring a life chance."
"My love gives hope, without reprove.
The peace is long in time till soothed
and the hurt is ever removed.
Give me a chance."
Enter ways I see the pure light;
enter those to dine a new feast;
enter loves who see a sure light;
enter my spirits of true peace.
Unfettered birds fly though the skies
with their joyous cries-
or saddened tears so soft and sublime.
Look to the sun in awed surprise
as you gaze upon your soul in its pure design.
Remember the light, remember the sound.
Remember a friends love, limits unbound.
For if all of Beauty is to the beholder
I would hold you next to no other.
A drop of water falls from the sky
borne by the winds on high.
He feeds the earth as the flowers shall drink
then he rises up again by the circular pyre
to fall again with his cousin’s lighting link.
Remember the child’s drum: Ba-rum-pa-dum-dum
who plays for the angels and you as one.
For if Hope and Joy are found within you
then may love as waters of life to imbue.
Cherish you past true
and yearn for tomorrow’s new.
Yet always live the "now" forever
for "now" is how I will remember you.
Agrappare la vita!
Heavenly Lady, you hold open the way
with the paths of warmth you lay.
I greet thee for thy love of life
and the joys in of loving wife.
She has borne me a sun-child
as a gift from thee, nature’s wild.
Tempered steel is her character’s strong,
to heal my sins of the past long.
Thank thee for this gift of joy,
the laughter and tears of sweet coy.
Thank thee for this gift of love,
a daughter, eagle fierce and caring dove.
Heavenly Lady, you hold open the way
with the paths of warmth you lay.
I love thee for the gifts you endowed,
the grand achievements you allowed.
Our sun-child is of knowledge and love
with her steeled resolve in its satin glove.
Though my wife is at dusk and I am as her,
we shall live and die in love, together.
Can you feel the love tonight?
We shall walk along thy sisters’ moonlight.
Oh heavenly Lady, I am joyous with glee,
that thou are with my wife and me.
Heavenly Lady, you hold open the way
with the paths of warmth you lay.
At last we shall meet thee,
for our time must end ultimately.
Of life and love you have given to us,
we give hope and joy to our homes exodus.
No sorrow shall our passing behold
for we are ready for a new journey to unfold.
Our story is complete, as our sun-child is of age,
for she shall be a worthy artisan and intricate sage.
Greet her loves as you have done for me
for she shall be true and forever of life, and of thee.
The leaves were glistened with dew.
As she stood there, I was slowly dying.
Why didn't she come?
Why does she hesitate?
I see her looking, her eyes afire.
Yes, I know it now.
She doesn't love me.
The leaves were glistened with dew.
As she stood there, I was slowly dying.
Jameson Stalanthas YuI knew Her,
I, without Her.
Guard Her, love Her,
Never let Her feel sadness.
Cherish Her laugh and laugh,
Cherish Her smile and smile.
When she must cry, comfort Her,
When she must hurt, heal Her.
She is a beautiful art to behold,
She is a beautiful song to be heard.
Hold Her dear, hold Her true,
Be faithful and earnest in love.
Love Her, . . . please love Her.
Jameson Stalanthas YuShe walks in paradise with the angels from heaven
The day begins in the dreary rain that patters upon his windowpane.
Its’ rat-ta-tat-tat drums an incessant tune to my ears.
The weak sunlight is a sickly blue and pale white, spotted with red splotches.
An unvenial drop of urges and a sigh of despair call forth.
His sallow cheeks and pasty, sweaty skin fall to the ground.
A pale grey and a hazy sun grows into the scorching whiplash of a sauna.
"Move out of my way fools!"
"Let it all go to waste, no loss!"
"Get out of here you invalids!"
"Ignorant, poor, rejects!"
"Drag your lazy asses out of my home!"
"Backstabing reprobates!"
"Dammit! Why do you always have to bother me?"
"I never wanted any of you to come here!"
"Idiots!"
"I don’t give a shit!"
"All of you are know-nothings and vagrants!"
"Self-righteous jerks!"
"Diseased indigents!"
"Conniving infidels!"
"Ask me if I care!"
"Loser!"
"STOP BOTHERING ME NOW!"
"DAMMIT!"
" I HATE ALL OF YOU !"
Clouds are gathering in the distance again.
The rain is returning to beat again on his forehead.
A weary mind is slowly pushing out stupid thoughts.
Push, push, push, drip, drip, drip.
The boring, dreary drumming wears away his will to do anything.
He’s just too tired to care anymore.
Just too tired.
And she walks in paradise with the angels in heaven
Jameson Stalanthas Yu,Have you ever wondered what would become of us?
Of how the years could have ended thus?
In hearts and in beauty, my young Marie,
in chocolates and in chemistry,
you were there for me and I loved you.
. . . I still do.
Why would I say those words still?
Not ever to hurt you or impose my will.
I knew that you always wanted to be free,
I just wanted you to be free with me.
You asked me why did I love you once before
and I gave you no true answer to the lore.
I just watched my love pass you by,
and I just watched my words fail to try.
But fear not that it was a mere whim of thought,
a soothing saying from a mind tired and overwrought.
It was whenever we were close together
in jest of words with wit or when we worked the physics on a late-nighter
that I knew I would wait for you.
. . . I would do so again if you asked me to.
Through the insecurities and fears you spoke of,
I could never explain to you my love.
Through the hopes and dreams I spoke of,
I had tried to explain how I could love.
Yet you told me it could not be for any good
for you had your career and next step in adulthood.
You said that it was time for you to move on,
and that I would learn to live with you gone.
And I grew silent at the words you spoke
and hid my pain and tears with a well-timed choke.
"Don’t my love. Don’t say a word.
I was alone all my life, as if it was preferred.
I pretended I liked it to be that way,
but there’s no use hiding behind that false play.
I was looking for someone to love.
But it can’t be helped, you don’t choose who you love.
You could search and search the world about
and not find joy till it was too late to be without.
There could be no love for me now, you said so,
but it can’t be denied that it hurts though.
Maybe it was best that you remained only my friend.
Since it was time for me to be alone again."
In a vast field that is a motley of the ends,
I walked to the home where you have been left to live.
The days since are forever longer in time
when you had crossed the fated line,
I will always remember you.
Witness the light as I stood by the stone,
a carefully cut block with its crafted edges.
With the shadows now crossing my heart,
and the silent words have been spoken to depart,
I will always remember you.
The soft winds have sung a tune sad
and the earth smells fresh in the damp.
I am brought to light of the times past
and the signs that would ever last,
I will always remember you.
It was when I was lost in thought
and you came to show me the way,
I accepted it without a word,
nor a kind thank you to be heard,
I will always remember you.
I remember the time when I was alone
and no one came to my side.
You would walk in silence and calm,
to hold my heart and palm,
I will always remember you.
When I was angry at the world and the ill fates,
when I would curse all that stood near me,
you would show me my hate in your eyes
and bring me down from the skies,
I will always remember you.
I would never understand why you stayed.
I would never realize why you always came.
And yet, there you were for my time,
and though I was blind then to your sign,
I will always remember you.
I was always thinking of others,
you were just a girl I knew.
You were my silent benefactor,
with your light smiles and gently laughter,
I will always remember you.
How do I feel now that you are gone?
It doesn’t feel like you are in a grand sacred place.
It just feels like you are just gone,
I miss you now that you are gone,
I will always remember you.
I run my hands upon the stone wall,
wondering if you are at peace,
wondering if I had made you proud,
if I could learn from the gifts you endowed,
I will always remember you.
Amongst these tombs of afterlife,
are the dreams of lovers that never were.
I was blind to the care before,
and I lost my chance once more,
I will always remember you.
Kiss the sun once, feel its energy and love it for an eternity
You my love, beyond my life only in body, never in spirit
Love is pure, forever I shall be true to thee
At night times, the stars, as they in the sky, forever lit
Majestic forests smelling of dawn, glisten in the morning dew
Eve of timeless day, when all is quiet and calm
Reaching beneath the lake waters to grasp what only you knew
In kissing your soft lips, my mind is free from harm
Damp earth scents, sweet and warm, moist
Your smooth hands holding the butterfly in gentle caress
To call all the Little Peoples with your soft lilting voice
Hearing the sounds of nature answer you with a bless
Cool, swift winds soaring through the mountains
Ocean waves crashing upon the surf, a rhythmic sound of life
Rich and pure with spirits, the untamed, nurturing fens
Reading the signs in the sky, an unchaotic sight
In the midnight glades, ecstasy and love without end
Greeting the sol and orphic clouds, the hidden
All these I relive in my mind, my soul within
Never will it ever be as the same, not till my end
I look beyond and see not the sky
for there is a sun so much brighter,
a cloud so soft as to be like her
The light is so strong it blinds my eye
So strong it hurts, that I must close them
I am high up above, near my peak
Where are you my love, can you help me?
Where shall I go, what winds to find thee?
I glide in the sky, my wings are weak
My wings are so very tired, I must close them
My body still trembles with your love
No senses will this mind need to have
Yet I go to you, I know your laugh
My carrier is gone, the white dove
I am here with you, forever close
In lightness and darkness,
in truthfulness and falsehoods.
The wise of the old,
the ingenuity of the youth.
Two answers where I seek one.
Shall I accept life or death?
I feel the pain and sorrow
in my never-ending youth.
Never a word, nary a sign.
Never can you know it, feel it,
for then comes the pity, or the taunt.
And I shall want neither.
Do not tell me of the books of old, of knowledge.
I have seen them, read them.
I have seen them used for the good
and for the evil, it untrue to all
Speak not of justice, the truth,
For my life has been so long without both.
"You have it all together...
so calm so centered..."
I have made liars out of all of you,
I have carried so much hurt in my heart.
Well, cut me and I will bleed,
and so many have wielded the knife.
Foolish for me, to die as such.
Not battling some enemy without,
but a fiercer foe within my self.
A fate so fitting for one such as I
To risk all for the humanity of others,
only to be lost without my own.
I shall turn to asleep, forever more.
I would cry in rage
or cry in grief,
but the pain will embrace me,
embrace me like a fond memory.
It will hide all my sadness,
my life and love, my dream, my child,
I have lost so much already.
Stop I say!
Stop telling me how I feel!
Stop telling me what I know!
I shall be the being I am,
no more..., no less...
Stop... please stop.
I looked for the light and darkness,
and saw the true and the false.
So many to know and learn,
so little time.
So little time inded.
I shall have at least my faith, my hope,
in what I trust in spirit and soul.
Two shall become one, as all should be,
I shall accept life and death.
My young child, who has lived in my heart,
listen to the words that I must depart.
My soul that is instilled with your loving glance
must reveal a shrouded tale of forlorn chance.
In years past that you never knew of,
there was another child to which I loved.
She was a youth that grew of my loins and your mother
my true firstborn, a gift from the gods like no other.
This child who was your sister was an angel
who stepped on high to draw me from hell.
Can you understand my pain, my hurt?
With her story is my shame ever in the dirt.
The memories that abide in my mind
grow strong now at the end of my time.
Of times when I was misguided in my fevers,
of the times when I ran to the gamut with the reavers.
Your mother was my only shining light to see
as I wandered in the darkness to be.
My only light to see in the darkness
in which I joined together in wedding bliss.
I cannot ever explain why I still lived for the gamut in all,
it was what I thought to keep my name in me immortal.
Misguided thoughts of misguided intentions grew
to a frightening propensity beyond the sky blue.
Into the heavens I had battled the darkness of evil
till all other thoughts were inconsequential.
Of single purpose to achieve my goal in life,
it was simple for my skills to take on the coming strife
To bring down the false mighty ones
to stop the violence in war . . . the violent suns.
Of one body and of one mind in musical concert
I had too many battles to avert.
"For the greater good," I rallied my as cry,
"for the balance of life in good and in evil to the heavens sky."
Hollow words now that I pause to reflect,
for my wife, my child I had did neglect.
For my loves were safe were they not?
They would not try to live my life battle fraught?
Oh how little did I know my spirit in their sight
how belittling did I ascribe to my loves courageous light
If I knew then what I know now, of the worlds I journey to,
of my first daughter and wife, I never knew
She told me not to go, your mother did plea
but I was adamant in my purpose and destiny.
As I walked away to my new fight
had I glanced back once, I would have seen the sight.
It was your birth I missed, of you my young child,
it was her love I missed, in you my young child,
as my firstborn daughter and wife drew up my arms
while they laid you down from their own arms.
Oh gods . . . they were amazing to behold,
in observing my stance and forms, they knew how to hold.
True skills learned from the masters’ own thought,
they danced along beside me in my battle caught.
"My family, oh joys of joys, we are together at last in my dream,
we would battle evil together with the energies esteemed."
My mind was elated and though misknown to my heart’s deep
for my battle was my destiny, but not theirs to also keep.
Oh fateful days when ones love of métier takes the love of life
for on that day that they came, I lost my daughter and wife.
I was born for the trials, to swim alone the oceans crash
but any others would be swept away in the responding splash
The arrows flew and the swords were swung a blast
and my body was moving in and out so fast.
Enemies abound all around us, and the powers roar for blood
Bows appear afar from me, ready to unleash their flood.
My daughter leaps up high to catch their flight
and then saves my life with her light.
Fallen to the earth, the archers flee the sounds
of pain and anguish I release that now rebound.
Unknown fear and sadness grip me as I cry,
while mother of you both now holds both ground and sky.
One fateless swing takes her too far from me
and the pain doubles and grows endlessly.
The carnage to flourish upon this day as I lay seeds to soil
the blood to run freely as I finally end this toil.
Your mother, ever faint as the light becomes dim,
whispers soft words of love and purpose, of our tree with its new limb.
She whispered your name to my spirit and her final plea,
to hold true forever pure, as you live in the eternity.
"Keep the peace with her, love her as thou loved us,
in the infinity, keep the trials secret, in trust.
Never let her know of these battles, never let her know the harsh pain,
she shall signal a new reign among us, after we are finally lain
to rest for the great beyond to be.
Do this please for me."
She said these words in sadness, and more to hear,
but when she finished, she died in love, in peace with no fear.
For she knew the battles were over, they were truly complete
and never would the arrows fly, never would the swords meet.
Listen my child, why I tell you this tale held so dear,
for I have broken my vows to your mother as I grow near.
I lay on this bed, old but alive, for the final battle has come to an end.
My life is fading, and I pass the light of love to ascend.
Death was a being whom I have known for endless days,
and I fought hard and long to beat her ways.
I have watched you grow from baby to woman through the years
and laughed and cried with you in happiness and in tears.
I love you my child, and can not leave you yet
for my life before you must be seen, least you forget.
In the study, underneath the mithril board of chess,
lies a mithril chest for you, with the visions of the past bless.
Hold these dear, to see the truth for what its deed.
Remember the past in times of joy and in times of need.
Remember your dear mother who bore you,
and your angel sister who cuddled you.
They loved you as a sister and a mother should,
and they would have loved you in family if I understood.
My young daughter who cries so softly at my bed
I love thee so much, forgive my life unsaid.
I walk up to the altar once again,
it is quiet for this old day.
Beyond the altar, upon the window’s barbican,
is a catch of the sun’s ray.
What draws me to the windows way?
I wander near to see a sight
outside this room of pray.
I want to clear this air with light.
As I walk up, I see all white.
No color, nor shades; no chorus, nor sound.
My spirit jumps as if in flight
and I stand there looking twice round.
My feet are on firm ground,
yet the window is now in ascent,
replaced by a mirror that bears a frown,
it holds a man angry with my presence.
He stands alone, as a phoenix on a crescent,
regal in stature, yet he wears it unfit.
A false sense of goodness in effervescence
is hidden in his pale torch a lit.
I watch the flickering torch a lit
and raise my own beacon flame.
It is stronger and purer a lit,
yet its equal in shape and form as his flame.
"What is the reason that you came?"
was his question to me,
"You mock my being with your game,
you act and play in life without continuity."
"It is a farce and a pity
that you must be here at all
when I should lead, it must be me."
he spoke with drawl.
I tried to leave least I fall,
but I was locked in arms with thought.
He grinned maliciously and slammed me to the wall,
I tried to escape, as I screamed and I fought.
But to no avail, my spirit gone, I was caught.
"You must stop and die," he whispered in my ear,
"it is too long a wait for what I sought,
and I will take your place here."
"Look at yourself, so weak and crippled with fear,
and your crutch of morality is false and wrong
for you existed in my worlds, with my veneer.
Now I can be free and sing my own true song."
I was silent at his words for long,
too distraught to make any sense.
Yet I knew that his way was wrong,
my body would return to its pure essence.
"Here I am," I called out my presence,
"and here I will stay now and forever.
You were there in rule for a convenience
but you cannot control for long ever."
"I see you as you are in your fervor,
O’ spiteful one of pain and hate,
you shan’t take this world, or my life neither.
I shall thrust you back to your fate!"
With those words, I struck true and great,
my fist to shatter the mirror with determination.
I struck fast and hard, not with hesitate,
least he try more deceitful machinations.
Yet alas my plan did not reach fruition,
he stood there now solid as I,
his glint in his eye showing great elation
-and now desperate fear gleamed in my eye.
A crack of thunder, and a darkened sky,
I glance around to see shadows chase light away.
The silent wind blew near high
and I was quickly losing time in the day.
Here I fell, as my sight lost its pure way,
fear and despair, anger and pain grew tall.
I was lost again, there as I lay
to his words of mocking me during my fall.
"And you thought you could break through it all,
to win with the force of your body.
You stupid fool of life, there was no wall!
Just a dream fabricated by you own petty vanity."
"I have and always will be in the continuity,
you’ve just held me back from ever growing.
I am eternal as you are in the infinity,
and I shall be victor for the showing."
"It will be my rule that attains knowing,
not your weak-willed heart with its disease
of hope and caring, of wishing and helping.
Because of those lies shall I always win with ease!"
"Pitiful human who sits underneath the flowering trees,
I am the stark winter blizzard!
I am the fierce wind which brings you to your knees!
I am the broken blades cutting shard!"
"The drought which kills even the hardy lizard,
I reach into the verdant country home
to starve the poor child’s’ gizzard
as I call out my rats to roam!"
"Look at me now, forget these trappings I had worn;
look upon me now "pure" and "strong";
look at the destruction I have sown;
look as you wish, I will rule for long."
My heart was heavy and without song
as I looked around my world as I would.
Dreams of love all gone, my lifelong,
nothing was safe nor impervious, nothing withstood.
I felt no joy as I watched what I could,
the world is dying, all around me it fell
and nothing remained as it should.
I had begun the birth of hell.
I should have known how to foretell
these plagues before they came true
I should have done what was right to quell
this raging fire through.
In retrospect, I had gained a review
of what I did wrong to bring about this skull.
It was my path to fight, of how to subdue
this demon of mine that marked the pinnacle.
When sages in futures to come ever chronicle
these days of death after the great diverge,
they shall know then how to overcome my obstacle,
to fight their own demons’ sinister urge.
"Curse my name if you ever wish to immerge,
for I followed a false path to my err.
Curse my name when you speak my dirge,
I am the harbinger, the enlightener, the sophister."
"As I now enter Truth as a foreigner,
I see my life in a verse.
To speak it out thus with a chronicler,
’Your spirit, it is your salvation-or it is your curse’"
I. Night has ended, dawn is now approaching
All the children rise up to the new light
Now at last I close eyes,
as the morning sun arise.
Sounds of nature in the misty singing
hail the sunshine as it ends the old night.
Watch now the pale skies blue
and clouds within change hue.
I wish to stay alight, to feel its sight.
Yet I must stay dark, to roam in moonlight.
II. All my times are spent in the darkness,
to work my dreams in its dark folds unknown.
-Forever not to be
in the lights pure beauty.
I wander, go forth in the soft darkness,
my hopes to guide my soul, I am alone.
With old thoughts on old times,
she’s always on my mind.
She dwelled in the palace, sat by the throne,
before I fought her king, sundered her home.
III. From the land of ancients, I had emerged
to find love in distant lands, unknown seas.
"Journey onward, know life,
journey further - be Life."
I crossed the old lands till new oceans surged
where scents of life lingered pure on the breeze.
Rest here now, journey’s end.
Stay on high, in heaven.
Looked in fountains and fires, lands and lees
for elements I loved in my past needs.
IV. Smooth and graceful, she dances to caress,
Burning pure and strong with a pure life of love.
Cool drops to quench my thirst;
High suns to joy immersed.
The tempered steel of strength will serve and bless
with a sweet breath of laughter and of love.
Firm yet gentle, life in land;
Light with soul, song at hand.
She was the lady I had spoken of,
she was the angel who took me above.
V. Daughter of a king and an ancient one,
she plays the sky with its mystic essence.
Forever innocent,
all life be in ascent.
Though mother gone before youth was done,
Angel knew no sorrow by ignorance.
The king betrayed his wife
with necromantic life.
His castle in life built with false defense,
his soul is lost, without hope of penance.
VI. An evil call to the demon darklings
with a blood sacrifice to appease them.
"Hear my chant O’ Dark Ones,
grant me the pure dark suns!"
This I heard, when I saw the red lightning.
This I tasted, when I smelled the brethren.
Agony I feel in the pain
at the battle ordained.
Ancient enemies fight now unhidden
the energies lash, forces unbidden.
VII. "Oh Gods and Goddesses of the heavens!
Why must this man bring an end to my peace?"
Fateful duty binds me
to fall the sovereignty.
The king’s eyes told me of unrepentance
and his anger by his daughter’s treatise.
"Not of my blood, no more!
I embrace the dark lore!"
"Souls of hatred shall rise up to the feast
to drink the spirit of the evil beast!"
VIII. The king drew his sword and raised his banner;
I, my sword as well in my battle hand.
Mortal souls must fight too,
as Immortals must do.
Anger and despair was in his manner
While I drew on truth and love to my stand.
Evenly paired we were
with one thing to differ.
Daughter of the king has thus seen the damned
and chooses from two for her darkened land.
IX. Innocent child must take upon a stance
to save her darkened kingdom from the bane.
"Choose thy father or mate,
choose his blood or his fate."
She grasped his shield to give me the chance
and Truth guided my sword, as she ordained.
"Gone is the evil strife,
gone is the blackened life."
Her father is caught up in the fierce flame
as agonizing screams of endless pain.
X. His screams go on, and yet I am silent.
The enemies be still,
I regain my freewill.
I glance at Truth to see the covenant
to know my paths on which to navigate.
"Journey begins anew,
thy duty calls for you.
"Oh wretched existence that I endure
to hint at love and life so pure . . . "
XI. Fading lights that are ever in the far,
angel of music sings the soft refrain.
My princess shall rule true
for life of love anew.
Entering darkness that shall heal my scar
hidden in its folds thus, I must remain.
Moonlight calls silently,
Shield and sword borne in thee.
Elemental life alight cleanse the pain,
yet within night - without land, without name
How can I ever hope to say the truth to thee?
On every chance the spirit has wavered a till,
Like a marble upon the smooth obsidion will.
Listened as I tried each time to speak to thee,
Young mountains grew old when you did not hear my plea.
Now I stand up against the waves yet still
Raging against waters that drown freewill.
Olden stones - Will I be worn free from the tiring sea?
By your leave shall I try to dance;
In your voice will I find strength to surge;
Next to your heart can I hope to break open my rock.
So will you speak my name to give me chance?
Only if you sing can I release to emerge,
None but yourself could ever break true my lock.
written for H.N.R.Heaven had endeavored to hold the love
over time for me to take upon my standard
like a rose-lighted brush that
lingered over an empty canvas.
Yet in youthful joy and hope soaring at a
nascent life to be,
I held back the years to the summer,
contemplating the ways and means
only to have the winter snatch it away.
Life had progressed and time passed,
each moment a drop to be lost in the chalice of
rapture for love untouched.
Olden names are loosened to the sky for the ends.
But the times have begun again,
in each a new drop of water for the soul.
Nights will turn away the pain
so I may carry on to my journey.
Orpheus mists and ethereal winds clear
now the sands of time for a new painting.
I stood upon the oceans’ front and watched
Day and night, I listened for the call
Nearly silent, it was so very gentle,
a whisper of air and a shimmer of radiance
With the Lady’s kiss, I shall stay forever
A drop of water coursing its way down her smooth body
The glistening life weaves each strand of hair from sunlight
Within the waters, a womb is born for love
The dolphin came to bring me near,
a mortal creature, seeking the eternal
With speed and grace, we dove to the depths
and I struggled to breathe, shall I be overwhelmed?
If I lose my life, where shall I go?
Where would I find Joy, Love, and Hope?
They shall guide me through the waters,
they shall let me breathe life ever more
There was the feeling of happiness
when Joy came to sight,
she was light and pleasure
and laughter among the waves
Love was close to the soul,
she was incarnate of beauty
The energy she emanated from within,
was like the sun caught in a bubble
Last to see was Hope,
and I began to ponder if I was worthy
The feeling, the inspired, the truth,
I always knew that there would be a trial
She was enticed by the light of the polished mirror,
He has lured her away with his enticing sight.
She was drawn away from her refuge,
To where I could not follow no longer.
Joy came to me, so bright and pure
Love followed next, she was warm and good
But Hope drifted away, I had lost my chance.
I saw the Joy, felt a Love, but was there any Hope?
As I wander these oceans,
You have pulled my ship along the currents.
Never could I see Hope,
You were always beyond my sight.
Was there a way, a way to know?
Could she hear me, understand my words?
I saw her bright eyes in the waters and asked:
"Would we journey the oceans together?"
(Such sweet sorrow was our parting)
Heavenly eve, I am alone on the night edge’s flight
amidst the oceans’ vale of shadowed moonlight.
Night has reverberated to call forth your name;
Night is illuminated to see your flame.
On the misty billows that kiss the land,
nimble waves dance along your delicate hand.
Lovely lady who draws my life from the abyss,
every glance from your glistening eyes is a heavenly glimpse.
(Ease my silent spirit in love, release my silent murmuring)
Of words and whispers in the dark foresaid,
love is of the fondest wish ever unsaid.
Shall I ever tell you that I love your beauty;
or of your voice and grace, your joy, your gaiety?
(Night moonlight, let her heart sense my singing)
written for S.L.O.Jameson Stalanthas Yu,Night ends
Separate spirits joined to one
Journey beyond the era
All I can
So yet again
And bit by bit our world is torn apart
I hear songs which have lasted hundreds of years
The two of us were born as one
Remember all those words I’ve said?
Open your eyes to a magical sight
I’m all alone now
Standing by myself
Lone, lost, I lose sight of you
Slowly arise
And the light is shining so
Silhouette of you
Please hold me tightly
Please hold me closely
Searching through time
I long for past times
I keep missing our chance encounter
Please be close to me
We can tell each other the true feelings
I’ve heard so much, now I can sing them from my heart
On our journey tomorrow
I’ll break out and come
I shall be the wind
The star, the star with the pale blue light
The earth completes circles of life
Night ends
Walk down these paths with me,
look to the oceans and see.
Find where you are and look for me.
The ripples of life,
the new waters unbroken edges.
They drift away to the skies end.
Let the rainfall come again
Never will they nourish my life
Never, till you dance with me unend.Jameson Stalanthas Yu,
completed on July 7, 1993Petals in the SpringShe is as the flowers of spring,
those of enticement and beauty.
The fragrant petals which lay upon the tranquil ponds,
a unique essence of beauty.
The seasons turned, as seasons shall.
Summer ripened into autumn;
the blaze of autumn died into winter;
winter grudgingly relented to the urgency of spring;
and spring bloomed into summer again.
With the turnings of the seasons, the years also turn,
and thus the circle of life upon us all.
She is the flower, though flowers will wither and fade.
But not her, she shall remain fresh and forever new,
the petals of spring until the end of days.
She is as the flowers of spring,
those of enticement and beauty.
The fragrant petals which lay upon the tranquil ponds,
a unique essence of beauty.
The seasons turned, as seasons shall.
Summer ripened into autumn;
the blaze of autumn died into winter;
winter grudgingly relented to the urgency of spring;
and spring bloomed into summer again.
With the turnings of the seasons, the years also turn,
and thus the circle of life upon us all.
She is the flower, though flowers will wither and fade.
But not her, she shall remain fresh and forever new,
the petals of spring until the end of days.
Rain is coming this time;
Clouds are laden and drawing near;
Winds have surged with the nature’s fury.
How the waters that fall can raise the soul
Heavens on high, rain down on me.
Rain is coming this time
to feed the earth, to bring forth shine.
Quench all thirsts, soothe all crimes,
the rain will cleanse the life of old times.
Clouds are laden and drawing near
and the dry ones cry release from their fear
of dying without a drop of nature’s tears.
The chorus of angels sing as pure waters nears.
Winds have surged with the nature’s fury
to bear soft sands from harsh rock so heavy.
The years of stone are released as the time wearies
and the rock yields at last to the free furies.
How the waters that fall can raise the soul.
So drown my spirit with your watery toll
as lightning shrieks and thunder rolls.
Release my life of its dead souls.
Heavens on high, rain down on me . . . please . . . .
Jameson Stalanthas Yu,I am sorry I had dared to love you
Please forgive me that I could love moonlight
I, a "mere Servant" of the Muses’ flight,
must not care when you thus bid me adieu
For the brief moments we had walked in lieu,
or the few times laughed in quiet respite,
I am sorry I had dared to love you
Please forgive me that I could love moonlight
When (not if) your love is in much ado,
remember thoughts of life and love alight,
of immortalized times with love I dight
Wonder self then, of who thus misknew who?
I am sorry I had dared to love you.
Sometimes the rain comes early and heaven decides to take back the sunlight,
to hold it for another time.
Now the people are at the home without the light,
now the people are in the world within darkness.
In the dreary rain that falls about you,
where colours are muted, and the sounds are stifled,
take to heart that I will be.
Of the shadows that fly about now, there are none for you to fear.
Lightly reaching the stars, they are beautiful, ethereal creatures of Life,
of ephemeral beings of Love that dream what is,
only for you, to wish your wishes.
First to be borne on the winds of Life,
is the Alpha, the woman who knows of all space and limit.
She is every silken hand that caresses the body or slaps the face,
every scent of perfumed love or odor of repulsion.
She is every beautiful virgin or ugly whore;
every sweet justice or every bitter jealousy
She can be the lips that kiss the loving one,
or the voice that taunts the sad one.
She encompasses all that can be sensed,
yet can never know what it is like to sense.
Last to fly amongst the shadows is always the Omega,
the final searcher that takes all thoughts and perceptions to his heart.
One who in opening and closing the books of times,
never knows his own with all the time in the world.
He will set in stone the indelible past,
to mark an eternal punishment on the unworthy.
He will move the sands of the ever-changing present,
to give a bit for some, and all for none.
At last, he shall grasp at the dusts of the mutable future,
shifting with the insanity of someone not meant for forever.
All the time in the world,
and never the right time for him.
Seemingly they are the perfect pithy permutation of opposites,
perhaps as one who knows all that meets the one with nothing.
But we know them for the truth as one,
as what is an Eternity without an Infinity?
We are as they are, as what is, is.
Yet we, as all of nature, are in constant motion to change.
The diameter is decreasing, as it is about to begin.
But when one degree is lost to the change, so must it take shape anew.
The flux that drives Life to the different, the other, shall drive us to each other.
I thought I was banished to this world between worlds,
without hope or redemption from this existence of nothingness.
Then I knew you, for that briefest of moments,
when this energy from nowhere and everywhere came crashing into me.
Such beautiful colours were held in your hands,
all the lights and shades of living souls.
It took the darkness from my soul in song
to concert a dream to see the next and the next.
And though the nights will still return to me,
and though the darkness will ever try to reclaim its lost champion,
I shall never fall ever so far again.
For though the voices without speak against the Love,
for though the words might not see the sight of day,
my soul shall sing them in the Shadows, forever true with joy.
For to complete the trinity of Eternity and Infinity,
we must call it as Memory, that which shall always mark the change.
As though I will miss you, I will love you.
Always remember:
After the darkness of falling rain comes the light,
the bright beautiful sun in all its glory of the gods.
It shall come on the breath of the clandestine Shadows,
and then soar with a sure flight of the Dragons of Light.
Not just the soft pale light of dawn, but the full chorus of Life.
There, the tears shall blind us all,
blind us with the love of two and the joys of many.
Where the reason for that Life is Love.
And Love is reason enough.
"Listen ... it is there, again ... a whisper of wind,
a whisper of wings from the forests’ glen."
Rallentando, gently, the turn of the day into the night
and there is naught but the murmuring moonlight
caught in a bind of silken threads, a body tight.
Listen, I say to you, again ...
a quickening of breath from some deep adytum.
Is it that I am absent, in the dreams of folklore,
resting upon a bed of fairum ferns soft fore?
E’re that would be true, if not for the dreams evermore.
Near within lies a chrysalis chambered for love true,
eleatic in thought, but still myriad in hue.
Where love is enough ... and love breaks through.
There are my arms around you through the evening
holding tightly ’till you tryst further to take wing.
" Suave Qui peut ", my soul cries out
Up upon a balcony, she stands so pure
Someone’s angel of love, her eyes beholden to beauty
An Aphrodite incarnate, she has sheathed her arrow
Night time lights and shadows have hidden my sorrow
Love looking near and far, searching the skies
But her spirits have passed through me again
" Always my dear heart has asked for thee, always
Remember my love, it will stay true
To your own love the man is unchallenged
Love him as you will, as fates have denied it to myself
Ever true to your own heart, your essence
Yet always remember... "
written for S.L.B.An address to Her, with a longing,
a plead within Her love and compassion.
The distant resonance, and a growing in energy
as the lighting begins to play across the eye.
The maternal quintessence knows of my needs,
of the gentle caresses of Her tears.
It is living essence, Her blood is in my blood,
my life in Her life, Her death is my death.
It flows within and urges me on
as I grow strong and firm,
as the solid stone of Brother Mountain,
or as free and sensitive in the Sister Ocean.
It nourishes my soul, Her love from the sky.
So then do I grasp Her body tightly
with my own vigor of love,
as I lay upon Her body,
individual Seeds of Love.
Jameson Stalanthas Yu,I am one of them that was the oldest,
Yet may I, by no means from my wearied mind,
Draw from the Lady.
But as she flies afore,
Once again,
She eludes my grasp.
Jameson Stalanthas Yu,Memory shall not fade on me when I call out thy name
as ethereal winds engrave upon my mind all the times we had.
Resonating chords and chorales and the symphony of senses
in all her beauty and all her knowledge
find me awakening again to the life.
Listen for the rain that takes her within the world
of Spanish roses, southern earth’s and scented airs with
radiance and cadence in the softness of her smile.
Shall I go to her tonight and sing till day
into a fire de luz canela y cafe?
Lady of lace and incandescence who takes up the waters of life in the
valley of time where memories never fade,
always remember my name fondly as I shall bethink yours.
Last night, I was there with her again.
And as I held her close, I told her I loved her.
She made me feel like there was no tomorrow.
She made me wish there was no tomorrow.
"I need you every day and every night."
I told her that no matter what, I would love her,
that I would be there for her when she needed me.
What could I change, what could I do, to make it last longer?
Nothing but life and nothing but love,
nothing else.
It was warm nights and sweet perfume,
to dance along her skies like a wedded groom.
No thought of tomorrow, no thought except of now.
I knew that was the way I would be
But it’s never like we dream, never like we dream
since love has its own plan.
I could have never asked for more than what she gave.
And she gave her all that night to vanish from sight.
I always hope for her, I always say yes
to the secret promises she gives me that night.
Yet like a whisper too far away to hear,
its meaning is lost with time.
Why is it when we think we love, we lose?
If it is love we are all searching for,
why can’t we hope to be worth so much more?
Why wasn’t I worth more?
Its been so many years since that night,
when she told me that she would go that morning.
When all of the world would leave me,
when I would have no more world.
Yet what could I change, what could I do, to make it last longer?
It was nothing but life and nothing but love,
then nothing else.
But that’s just . . . life.
And still I remember that night, I was there with her again.
And as I held her close, I told her I loved her.
She made me feel like there was no tomorrow.
She made me wish there was no tomorrow.
No more tomorrows.
The times have ended
as the loves were no more.
So much I did loved,
and so much I still cherished.
Pride and honor,
Dignity and bearing.
False thoughts and the tried feelings,
they have lost their meanings.
So much truth disguised in pain,
so much truth denied.
Her beauty entranced me
and her charm was of true dryad.
I saw her dance the runes of past
and the spirits soared in joy.
We danced one dance,
then the end became true.
One last glance at me
and a silent, swift retreat.
Lost in the night,
I longed for her love.
Emotions did rise from my depths
and they were of the dark side.
So much passion,
too much anger.
It filled the void of reason.
Misguided thoughts,
they have become mine enemy.
Spirits lost in the ebbs of the mind,
it frightened the pure one
and hurt the mortal kin.
She cried in time,
at the sorrow I had done.
The sounds have run their gamut,
yet I felt no remorse.
Cruelty wore my likeness
and discord was a companion.
Times of ages have passed my life,
ignorance and pain has driven her away.
What have I done?
What have I become?
Take to the shadowed sky,
the light did reveal my soul.
It was bared and judged unworthy.
I saw the pain, and I was lost.
Pride and honor,
Dignity and bearing.
False thoughts and the tired feelings,
I have lost their meanings.
So much pain disguised in truth,
so much time lost in pain.
I. Gone are the images of life, of what was the truth before,
gone is the love and the trust till they learn the hidden lore.
Humans, they say,
the humans may.
To live among them, caught once again,
is the only deathly fear among my Brethren.
The pain we see, the torture we feel, the dead-
but the trials continue, our thoughts ever unsaid.
II. There was a time long ago in the stories
of how the life and the world was in all its glories.
They say it was of green and of blue,
the earth and sky, the pure and the true.
They say the sun was a golden orb of light
and the waters a crisp taste, clean and right.
They say our land was filled with life and love
and the clouds, oh gods, the white clean clouds soared above.
III. We lived back then in time with the humans,
from mountains to oceans, from grasses to fens.
Though we have come to this sad departure,
we, with the humans, were once of equal stature.
We walked and talked with them,
we laughed and cried and laughed again.
As within a one mind and a one soul,
we were in the world with the humans of the old.
IV. Time passes as the humans reckon time
for they miss how we perceive the sweet sublime.
An eternity for us is what they call a year
and their year shall lead to another, with its end a deathly fear.
Can they not see the line in the circle
where the new sees the old and the fruitless meets the fruitful?
The time will pass as time shall do,
regardless of the moments it is beaten to.
V. Without thought of their space, they will live
taking and using elements with none to give.
The humans take the world, without care of the Brethren life
and we must fight ever more vigilantly to our strife.
Gone are our forests and streams of home,
gone are our deserts, valleys and mountains of stone.
Taken unjustly, tainted and corrupted to their core,
the circle of life is broken with its wretched roar.
VI. The land is scarred with the unnatural flames
to burn the grasslands, hills and plains.
My cousins in the mountains tell of the ghostly holes bored
where the blood of stone is worked for a lifeless hoard.
The woodland brothers and sisters speak of the devastation
as their homes are lost to the bloody slash of deforestation.
Gone is the blessed Brethren within these lands,
never to return from afar in the time of sands.
VII. My sisters in the oceans call out an old song
of ancient corals and ancient lifes lost for long.
They speak about the wicked oil which coats their water wing
and drowns the little ones as they swim to sing.
The cousins show us the filth and the refuse adrift
that choke our children’s play as it tosses and lift.
Deep into the dark waters of our grandfolk lie the rustings of metal
and the moaning barrels of burning stone which kills the fetal.
VIII. We take to the skies as such when it is well
for the humans have touched the airs above to hell.
The deadly smoke fills our breath with dark soot,
our song cut off from the pure brass and the trilling flute.
"Heavens above, we are blocked from thy saving grace
for the humans have taken our rights to be a race."
Gone is our freedom of flight,
gone is the solar life of true light.
IX. To walk, to fly, to swim in the world of their human life
is to live in a lost world of unnatural strife.
The buildings of dead stone hold their lairs
of pain and hurt and of human stench which permeates the airs.
We journey in peace to welcome our lost Brethren again
but they murder and kill and destroy without and within.
Harsh lines of created space and forced plants
grace their land with mocking curves and stoic slants.
X. No longer can we, the Brethren, walk in peace
from the uncharacteristic treatise.
Our stories told to the young are of danger,
" ’ware of the human killer
who must walk in their adytum of death.
They will deceive you with every breath.
They love with open arms and a bright smile
as they kill your mate and beautiful child."
XI. Goddess of our Life, we ask of you a boon
to end our trials with the poor humans soon.
Not to end their valued line and noble breed,
but to make them see the love in a self-made seed.
Teach them as thee have taught us the way
with words and thoughts of songs and dances of the fey.
The music and notes that are sung and heard by us,
the words of the land and sky and ocean shall heal them thus.
XII. And so the seasons shall end as our winter comes near,
but we are not afraid of it with a deathly fear.
Our life has finished with the Brethren chosen
and we are now content to sleep deep within.
There is no hatred or anger for the lost human kind,
for who shall pity those without taste, scent, sound, those deaf and blind?
We must remember what the humans say-
that the humans may.
"We looked across the night sky for each other,
I was hoping to catch your light as the lover.
In my own light, I could see it all,
and yet, ’Bright light up above, how do I love thee.’"
She was born a blessed star to call,
forever aloft, never ever to fall.
I saw her once, and I knew to watch her,
and yet, "Bright star up above, how do I love thee."
She burned bright and warm, a comforter,
and she gave life to the worlds who knew her,
a flame that knew the eternity of lifetimes,
and yet, "Bright star up above, how do I love thee."
Her bursts of joy sent couriers of her self fine,
a brilliance of strength and thoughts sublime.
She could touch the farthest universe,
and yet, "Bright star up above, how do I love thee."
Yet not all of our lives can be sweet verse,
for if ever we would fall, I would fall first
when I speak my fears from within me,
and yet, "Bright star up above, how do I love thee."
-She stays still in the sky when I see,
yet she runs off on the slightest jeu d’ esprit;
-Her fire is the loving life-force, burning so hot,
yet the fire burns me as well as not;
-Musical words of song are for her ears alone,
yet a vast space comes between our hearts home;
-Love of live brought us to the infinity,
and yet, "Bright star up above, how do I love thee?"
Darkness,
I walk in it.
Light,
I live by it.
As I learned to grow,
I begin to know.
Know of your love,
what you’re thinking of.
I always wondered why you came,
to a person not whole, found lame.
You came down from the heavens to bear
my spirit from the body on your aerial mare.
I looked upon your face and saw death.
"Take me quickly..." as I gasped a breath.
Then your countenance became softened lights,
"Not anymore will I darken sights,
my immortality will give you life,
and together we will battle the strife."
My soul was of rock,
my heart so very heavy.
Yet you broke the lock,
you opened my beauty.
For every second of darkness,
you gave me a day of light.
For every moment of weakness,
you were my unending might.
Could I ever say the same?
Did I ever uphold my share?
I fear it was so very plain
that I lost my dare, lost my care.
If you gave me a hug,
I would return a shrug.
If you gave me a smile,
my response would be less than mild.
You bore my silence with a grace
as I vanished again without a trace.
You stood by my bed, pure and strong,
while I lingered in pain for so long.
With a soothing word, and a gentle kiss,
you would bring me back my life.
Thus Lady Death would lose a mistress,
so I could gain a wife.
Watch for the light that passes through the window.
The way it glimpses through us at the darkness,
the reflections of a pale red brand in the night.
"Hold," I say to the fellow, "stay thy raised hand true.
Can you know yet what it means to continue?
The path of the unknown that leads to an end?"
I plead with him again and again,
yet he still comes forth to attack with a deadly severity.
Is it strength and insight that makes me hold a bit,
to brace my body for defense, and not to posit?
But I have to act soon, there is no other way,
I have to use my inborn skills and traits today,
skills honed to perfection by rote and by memory.
"O’ hold the fury and pain of the fight,
and ban the impure anger at the sight!"
I beseech him earnestly and true to be heard,
to call to armistice in hopes of a word.
Yet he merely laughs at my efforts and redoubles his ferocity
He calls out, "It kills me you foolish ignorant pittance,
that you talk to me as if your words could make a difference!
If you truly understood my soul and my mind here,
then you would realize that I do not care!
Nothing truly matters . . . not in this reality!"
He describes the cause of killing as a burden and a joy for him,
that everyone has their cause, well worth the life and limb.
Because the cause is worth the loss, the pain, . . . and the guilt
of destroying what others have painstakingly built.
It was his place to do so, his chosen path solely.
"My cause, you ask, for the violence within this?
BECAUSE! I fight for the right to exist!
And my very nature and presence is cause for your lack of same!
This life is my pleasure and my only game!
I am - therefore you are not!" He spoke with evil satiety.
As quickly as his defilement, so is my defense.
So I try to hold him at bay, to plead to a calmer presence.
It is to no avail as I beat him down again and again,
till his heart is still and no breath resides within.
He lies dead with the last cry ending on the fleeing lee.
I look at the broken body lying at my feet,
and my hand is heavy and my head is in defeat.
"No . . . I told you I didn’t want to . . . .
I didn’t want to hurt anybody . . . now look at you
. . . see what you did to me . . . ."
"What could have turned this person to such evil and hatred?"
I asked my old friend, "what was thought, what was said?"
My master looked at me to reply with a glance
"He is not angry at you, or society, or the people of chance,
he was angry at being born to be."
"I do not understand your words Master,
at what drives this being to violence purer and faster."
He looked at my face and saw the truth needed to tell,
and so he held my hand, and grasped the dead ones’ as well.
"Listen to his song as he hears it and be free . . . ."
Within aged halls of life, I give a release to the violent howl,
of screams in rage and fury at a life spent in the bloody bowel
of strangers, of a mind twisted since birth to death
by constant pain and confusion with every breath.
I see the visions of a redemption within thee.
"With bodies and blood chipped away at one bit at a time
as payment for the ethereal deed and unknown crime,
the soul inside me has been marked for the price of damnation,
seduced by the unreason of hate and condemnation.
For I turn the other cheek and yet another fist still flies to me . . .
"Words of fear and tones of anger, I’ve heard them before
. . . words that have hurt before.
I thought I should be above the words I hear,
so I sit still to listen for an encouraging cheer,
but nothing comes forth that shows me the benevolent deity . . .
"With the memories that are still jumbled and chaotic,
still flushed with the pains of a loss unstoic,
nothing is as I hoped nor as I remembered as it should,
. . . not that it would be any better if I could.
The stares are still there, and I wish they would look away from me . . .
"What do you know of the utter horror of waking and finding
all that you knew true of yourself was non-binding?
Your body, your very face is lost to the games people play
lost to the trials that are set before you each day?
Not as I prayed (or dreamed), the rules changed every reality . . .
"What I want is someone to love me for myself,
to see beyond the works encircling the gulf.
I wanted true love for the nothing/everything I have done,
but they said it was only out of duty, with an impassioned benison,
and so I took that, for what else was there left for my fallen dignity . . .
"Within my world is the other side of pain unending
full of horror and hopelessness and concentrated suffering,
. . . but not fear, for what else is left for us to fear
when we are always in the worst that can happen here?
Those weak give up and leave, while the strong give up and stay with me . . .
"What makes evil so disturbing is how silently it creeps upon you.
How deep within our hearts is something dark enough to hate you.
It calls on the evil beast within us all,
and I still hear the violence in me return its call.
Once you have bathed in the blood of evil, it can never be washed free . . . ."
I lay there on the earth alone, exhausted within my mind
as the images left me weakened with his teachings sublime.
I rose to leave when a sharp wind forced me down again,
and I heard HIS voice speak to me clear and sane,
my energy loosed without to eternity:
"Stay and hear of the terrible blackness in the edges of my skies,
darker than the deepest caves, haunted by the spirits of evil emprise.
Whispering secrets in little dark voices that only I can perceive,
until the only way I can cancel their voices on the eve
is by grabbing that animal and howling to the infinity!"
"But sometimes the howling isn’t enough for my being,
sometimes I have to just stop screaming, and start killing.
There’s a cataclysm breaking in my head and a roaring crash in my ears,
and a red haze in my eyes like a curtain blood of tears,
It’s not that I feel good when its all done to ad fini . . . "
" . . . But it’s better than what was there before . . . ."
Jameson Stalanthas Yu,I beg your forgiveness, dear Mother Earth,
how can thee stand the trials?
Each day thine own children chant the words
each day thine own children draw the signs too,
and yet, do they know what they do?
The path to thy life was always to nurture,
to keep the world as they loved it as it was.
Within thy body lay that evidence of the true virtue,
with spirits to guide the knowledge in our soul,
to keep the faith in us strong and whole.
Humans are the blessed amongst this land
and the keepers of your free charter.
Immense tracts of forests are born in centuries,
and lost in the minutes of human leaves.
Spirits have died in the past,
spirits of earth, never to last.
To reign upon the oceans,
to sail its fathomless depths,
Humans search for old lifes and hidden makes,
while the true secrets are lost in the wakes.
Spirits have died in the past,
spirits of water, never to last
The skies are revealed for all bodies
as it is caught by the steel chains and forge
The humans fly in their joy so blissfully,
unaware of the anguish the wind must carry.
Spirits have died in the past,
spirits of air, never to last
They have heard thine cries at night,
they have felt thine pain at day.
How much longer before they cannot ignore
the warnings that you give their children?
And yet, they shall do as they always do.
Look within the words that I speak,
Find what my fear is of for you
Search beyond the truths of life that are pandered for so long
for it awakens within once again
The energies are now everywhere to be taken,
coursing through the world at all the infinity nexus
Shall we tap into each one of them?
Unite with the energy?
All that exists hath been before
Grief returns to joy
Longing with oneness
Given the chance, all shall be pure
Look again to the unknown
For I choose to embrace the light
Yet the trials are always continuing
What did I do? Not what did they do to me?
Must I always go through this Hell to reach Heaven?
Forgive me my love, for being mortal,
forgive me my love, for being eternal
Innocence and purity, thee must bide thy time
The truth must forever linger on the edges
Trust the being, for it trusts thee
For now I stand in the shadows once more,
the shadows ever more
Look again I say
You know not the pain I hold
so much pain,
all that I fear, all that I love is never quiescent
Grasp the threads of life,
they are an elusive prey for my soul
The days and nights converge within
it shall end too soon
Forbidden by the Fates to act as I wish
I mustn’t risk thee in my fight
So lonely for so long,
yet my times are here forever
Look again once more
Ancient tradition yields ancient enemies
The battles of old hath come full circle
to ensnare those who were innocent
Building upon old words, a new generation emerges
to learn the trades of death and life
A call to arms and the armies will clash
in the home of the soul and body
Train the body and mind, ever to be vigilant
against my enemy forever more,
yet where is the peace?
Unwillingly I shall lead thee to battle
Look one last time to me before you go
I live amongst the creatures of the night
to wander at times with the spirits of past
Do not fear the spirit who does so,
of darkness and death, in light and life,
it is all one in the Circle of Truth
You are from the light that gives life
while I am from the darkness that surrounds you
The light shines upon only the good,
and destroys the evil
Yet the cool darkness is what shelters all
Would you walk into the darkness with me?