Round the Bend of the Road

Round the bend of the road, I heard a voice so sweet
It opened doors onto a forgotten land
Where life had never been tinged with pain.

It seemed as though Nature had spoken
Singing out a soul of gentleness and purity,
Soothing, reassuring, almost motherly,
A loving voice or Love’s own.

Round the bend of the road,
I saw she who had been singing so sweetly,
Dressed in a magic dress,
The emanation of her spirit,
A sprite herself, Ariel or Freya.

It seemed as though a fairy queen
Had cast a spell on the whole company,
An artist’s burning heart, a generous light
Which kept feeding us and would not fade.

She stepped into the minstrels’ pantheon,
Bringing in her gentleness, love and loveliness,
The only female form, shining like a flame
Subduing the five other gods.

And I came back to my castle
Eyes wide open with emotion,
With irrational tears of joy filling my heart,
A mild teenager’s hysteria asking for more,

To get back on the road again
And watch her singing round the bend
 

DAUGHTER OF THE MOON

If you chance to catch her eye you'll find a haunting stare
For she is one who knows of things that no one ever dares
She has looked beyond this world and sees things as they are
She knows the beauty of the rain and the power of the stars

She is a daughter of the moon, a child of the sun
She walks along the forest path and listens to the song

When the whispering winds meet the spirit of the trees
There is music in the air
If you listen carefully and quiet your soul
Her voice you will hear

From her Book of Shadows comes the light on which she rides
Buried in its pages the ancient wisdom hides
With loving care she wraps her heart around the truth it holds
She breathes it and breathes it out and watches as it grows

by Michael Nunneley - 2008

Everyone has a place in this world every boy and, every girl
Because we are living our lives together on this precious earth.

We are one with the rising of the moon and, the setting of the sun
love reminds us we are one One with the powers on high the earth and,
the sky we are one.

Why must there be so much hatred in a world so filled with fear can we
learn to care for one another am I making my message clear.

We are one with the rising of the moon and, the setting of the sun love
reminds us we are one. One with the powers on high the earth and the
sky we are one.

When we give to one another there is so much we recieve once we open
our minds and our hearts we can truly believe we are one.

Love reminds us we are one with the rising of the moon and the setting
of the sun we are one

May your life be filled with Blessings and,may all your dreams come
true and spread a ray of light in all you say and do.

We are one with the rising of the moon and the setting of the sun

Love reminds us we are one
Love reminds us we are one
Love reminds us we are one

By Emily - Inspired by 9/11

Dancing lines on training eyes
Bring paper moons to blissful skies
The Crescent guardian of the night
Holds watch light vigil in reflecting flight

The wooden bench beside the flow
Where all the newborn lovers go
To profess that oath – “Till Death” they say
The empty words cascade away

A grassy vine crawls up its leg
Its choking fingers wish me to beg
Symphonic silence sweeps through the night
The world exposed leaves me to write

By Whisper

Far away from here
There’s an Island,
With a flying deer,
With living trees
Not like the ones
Here with us, overseas.
No, they’re real,
Trees, that can listen,
Talk and feel.

Far away from here
There’s an Island,
With a flying deer.
With a lion and a sheep,
Lying together,
With their love so deep.
No fights anymore,
Predator and prey,
Walking to the same door.

Far away from here
There’s n Island,
With a flying deer.
With faeries and many more
Lots of creatures,
I’m sure, You’ve never met before!
Unicorns, Dragons and,
Many more of these beauties,
Will you find on this land

Far away from here
There’s an Island
With a flying deer
And on this beautiful land
There’s a little house
In the sand.
There are living a little girl and boy
They take care of all the living ones
And they do that with joy

By Anouk from Holland

Bluebird

A baby bird had just hatched,

born to be blue

It watched other birds flying

and soon could fly too

It flew over steep mountains

and evergreen trees,

But its freedom and happiness

were not meant to be...

The clouds started crying

and the bird became wet,

So it landed, took shelter

and solidly wept

It stared up at the sky

with a look of forlorn

And wondered why, when there's joy,

there comes a great storm?

The pain in its chest

it could no longer bear,

So with ruffled cornflower feathers

it said its last prayer

The most heartbreaking story

that I've ever heard

About the broken spirit

of a gentle bluebird

By Claire A. Stokes

All these surveys ask, "What would you do if you could fly?"

I have to wonder. What would I do? Where would I go? I have to think about it for a while, but then it hits me.

If I could fly, I'd go across the ocean. I'd fly over that huge blue expanse of water and go to the Palace of Versailles, where there's a beautiful garden. From it, I would take the most beautiful red rose I could find, and I would bring it back for you so you could always have a little beauty.

Where to next, I wonder? The sky, where I would find the brightest star. I would put it in my pocket and bring it to you, so you could always have a little light in your life.

Then what? To Ireland, when it rains. I'd take a piece of the rainbow and hold it safe in a glass jar for you, with a little bit of the gold from the pot at the end, so you could always have a little luck to carry with you.

And then where? To a beautiful paradise, an island in the Caribbean. From there, I would take a bit of the sand and sun, so you could always have a little happiness.

Next, I'd fly to Heaven, and take from it a piece of the clouds, so you could always have a little hope to keep you going.

An Angels Story

The heavens shine down on you tonight
You’re going towards them
There’s no need to fight

Up to a better place
Where angels with fragile wings
Are of beauty
And of grace

The golden bell rings
Peace and tranquillity
The new world brings

Faces of the past
Greet you as you arrive
Their love did last
Love always survives

You join the ones you lost
All those years ago
They said they would be waiting
Not much further now to go

They were true to you
They waited you see
Please don’t feel blue
They did it for me

You can always look down
On the ones you left behind
No need to worry
I’m sure they won’t mind
You’ve had your time
You used it well
You came out top
No need to dwell

In years to come
They will all be united
When they too
Have their souls ignited

My angels will take them too
And bring them
Right back home to you

So here you are
It’s not bad you see
My angels will take care of you
Like they take good care of me

© Christianna Hockney

With the parting of the day, windmills pray with the wind
That mist thundering with power, strongest she’s ever seen
And as the breezes grow stronger with each passing minute
She feels like she’s one with the ocean, like she’s in it
Like a fragrant breeze, the scent of Mother Night spreads everywhere
Over the hills and far away, beyond the dragon’s lair
And when the birds search for reasoning into the mystic night
All they are given is a sheltering branch, so they clutch it tight
Waves does she hear calling out to her soul, in the stillness of night
Taking her to a faraway place, where shadows dwell beneath the candlelight
There, underneath the ocean, where dreams can breathe easily
All is clad in veils of silence, wrapped in the harmony of the deep blue sea
And the sea maidens rise at the wind’s lonely howl
While the dark forest is inhabited by owls that begin their prowl

By Elizabeth

Trust

Trust the day
Trust your way
Trust your mind
Trust and find
Trust your right
Trust your fight
Trust the day
Trust your way

By Kay

SNOWFLAKE DANCE.
Snowflakes float gently from the sky,
Slowly they fall passing by.
Twirling and whirling where they might,
Millions of snowflakes in flight.
Down, down, they go,
Blanketing the ground with so much snow.
Going where they may,
On the ground they lay.
Covering all that is bad,
Hiding all that is sad.

By Andrea

Dear Hamlet

Being unsure of what to do
Should or should not do
Must or must not kill
Avenging a desperate soul
Killing your own uncle
Promising the rest to your father

Dear Hamlet, dear friend
Should you kill him?
Is he guilty?
Is he innocent?
Look into his eyes, do you see?
Do you see the trick he made
Can you smell the poison on the blade

Now you know as you watch your mother die
Drinking the devil's wine
See the devil on the throne
Can you tell that devil is innocent?

Are you sure now?
Should you kill him now?
You feel the poison inside your veins
The poison which is on your rivals blade

You see the trick, you see death
Take the blade and kill him
And now as he lies dead
The ghost of your father is free
But you are also free
Now cracks a noble heart, good night sweet prince

Far out in the Indian sea?no land in sight just the dark of night
No one around?only us?the ocean and the hidden skies
Our boat so safely carrying us between the ocean and the stars
A warm and quite night a long long way from home -
so dark the night.

The Ocean Gypsy would soon turn it all to gold.
On the thousand night she turned it all to gold.
As the ocean chased the night away
An hour before dawn, she turned the fog to gold.
Before the sun came up - it was all gold;
we all were gold.

The yellow golden faces of my friends.
We saw each other in the golden light as the sun came up
We saw each other and then we did not.
We saw eternity in the golden light of the Ocean Gypsy
In the silent yellow hour

No one would say a word.
Afraid to break the Ocean Gypsy`s golden spell
Knowing that it would not be again in a thousand nights and a thousand years
Wishing to join the Ocean Gypsy in the deep of sea
Fill my soul?chase away my fears
Hide us in the dark ? only you and me

The calm blue ocean of that day reflected away the golden light
The Ocean Gypsy is gone for now ? far out of sight
Down in the deep in the darkest night
She took me inside and held me tight
Never am I going to return to the day
Not before the thousand night
in the thousand year
alone
you and
me

Svein Tore Berg, Norway

Cause of life

Lie and crying, lie and shout,
I can’t stand it all around,
Tone of voices, light of eyes-
That’s not like the paradise.

All those people, telling lie,
Living just to be alive,
Sleeping, dreaming, waking up,
Say delirium, even yap,

Walking down and up the street,
Cooking soup or maybe meat,
Making love and death and flirt,
Masterpieces in the dirt,

They don’t know the cause of life,
But it’s always thought of mine.
And they’ll never know it, though
It’s so easy thing to know.

Living, dying – what’s the cause?
What’s the death, you know? Who knows?
Just imagine – take a ride
To the deepest places; light

Never comes here and it’s true.
Where to get – it’s up to you.
Death is emptiness, quiet, dark,
Bloody hell’s so awful mark.

We’re as lonely as can be,
No one else may come to see
Lonely faces, empty eyes,
Just to see them once or twice!

No one else may come to stay,
Disappearing far away…
…Though it might be even nice
If you get to paradise:

Souls will always fly in air,
Never cry and never care,
Watch sunset and dreaming night,
And will never try to hide.

Is it really death or luck!
Noise or silence, light or dark?
…Living, dying – what’s the cause?
Maybe we are right, who knows?

by Konduktor

But through the gorges of despair
The lonely falcon breathes no air
O lonely creature nurtured by solitude
Grounded by the earth, though you wish you could!
Now you only stand alone
In the midst of nowhere, left to groan
Where no man or beast has ever been
And thus where has never been any sin
You dwell deep in the depths of loneliness
Nothing has ever trod your path or joined you in this
But, lonely soul, please bear in mind
That Maiden loves you with faith blind
For she accepts you for who you truly are
And tries to show you that heaven is not far
For those huge, mighty gorges you stand upon
Might as well one day hurl you to the realm of Dawn
So the twilight shall be forever gone
And the purple star will guide you to the Gates of Avalon

By Liz

“My dear ocean, my azure rose
Thy soul is my pure gift
Thine own heart my spirit knows
And thus takes an upward shift

Thy incense breath a fresh breeze
Thy winged heart a featherbed
Thy waved arms take my soul to squeeze
Whispering riches in my head

Hold me close my dear spirit
Take my soul deep into thine
Your tune is faint yet I hear it
Weaving tales so divine

Vines do I see clambering on your waves
Birds do I hear chirping on your brow
Your eyes two iridescent flamed caves
Hosting every treasure God would allow

My ocean, I am but your languid daughter
Waiting for your beauty to purify me
Always thirsty for the holiness of salty water
That will eventually come to sanctify me

My soul yearns to be set free
Lost in thy warm embrace
My heart is like a willow-tree
Weeping and weeping in the sunset’s face

My inner self comes out at midnight
Stares at you and wonders…
I lie on the golden sand bathed in moonlight
While my spirit, liberated, wanders & ponders

Oh, how will you make me one with the sky?
How will I finally ascend….?
For how long will I wonder why…
Thy depths have no beginning nor end?”

Night of the desires

It was an cold mid winters night.
I started from Memmingen and was on my way to mandalay.

I was in thoughts and nur eine Minute( only one minute ),
i still remember because of the time with you.

About our Spanish nights ( I remember it well )…

You were my Queen for a day and I your Soldier of fortune.
Oh my god, wish you were here!

Now and then you live your own life.

Is there no second chance for us ? My hope still stay’s on !

Suddenly, of one second on the other one,
a tempest, a storm breaks in here over me.

In the shadow of the moon, I saw 3 black crows are sitting
on a hanging tree and all around me changes in a Magical world.

I was fascinated, because all reminded me at stories of Avalon.

Now I´am walking under a violet moon !

In the distance I saw a Village on the sand and a building,
it looks like an Ivory tower.

I approached curiously,
on the village square I saw strangely dressed humans.

Noblemen, knights,
Magier and young women danced to a celestially beautiful music.

Someone called with loud voice: the clock ticks on,
ignite the fires at midnight and dance
the Mond Tanz ( moon dance ) for the crowning of the king.

I felt as if I would home have come.

A young girl brought me a glass with dandelion wine.. it tasted like honey, or better …

I heard a noise beside me and saw into
the face of an old man with friendly eyes.

You hear the Wind in the willows, he ask me ?

I believe I´m dreaming, I answers.

He smiles and said, dreams are the fool´s gold my friend,
take me by the hand and led me into the Minstrel hall,
and I heard to call again and again: play minstrel play!

There many humans and they all looked at me and I heard the voice of the old man as from far distance: They all are waiting just for you, … for a long time !

You home again!

In the middle of the hall stood an altar with a beautiful black rose.

From the rose a celestially beautiful woman and
I floated heard her say: I am the Ghost of a rose.

She saw my disbelieving face expression …
yes, she said : that’s all because of you.

Your love, your hope aroused us again to the life.
Please stay and be mine tonight,

thus humans will remember ours in their dreams and their songs.

Life´s like Diamonds and Rust, … the songs are the Diamonds …

No one knows, where are we going from here … then …

We sang and danced the whole night, the time stood quietly...
then completely suddenly were all away … gone with the wind !

I saw the Morning star, beyond the sunset …

I don´t know if that all was real or unreal.

But one is certain, I will find it again someday.

The End

On a burned green field
Between the barbed wires shield
Under the lost blue sky
Where no swallow can fly
Upon that forbidden hill
You can see her bare body still
She’s stood there alone
You can hear a ghostly tone
She dances with the winds sound
Narrating the story of that little mound

When He had met her at the first
Found her pain, her hidden thirst
She wanted to talk about parching fear
A chalice of love, a drop of limpid tear
She asked why the sky is very mean
Is forgiveness a mortal sin?
Stranger talked about another land
About the rainbow, mercy of cloud’s hand
Love can be an endless fountain
Another time you’ll taste flavor of rain
And ha went and lost in the fog
She could hear the river’s song

A wild evil with a white face
A fierce beast of human race
His passion was no more than a mask
Took the stranger’s heart to task
Hallooed in the dark shadows
Prepare the justice’s gallows
Bring me that holly rope
Gibbet the envoy of hope

And she never forget his fly
When the sky could cry
When her arms set him free
When she was a hanging tree

By Omid Tehranizadeh

Northern Light Dream

The gleam of our inner light
The passion of a wistful night
Loneliness cometh to an end
Letter of my lost dreams I send

Fighting our bideness
We glorify our madness
In such a crowd, so alone
Cunning smile, endless woe

Well of dreams shall never dry
But we drink the tears we cry

Loneliness, daughter of eternity
Thou shalt suffer forever with me
My hope is lost, but I don't care
There's so much emptiness I'm condemned to bear.....

Somewhere so far from here
There is the flowery meadow,
The sky so blue and clear
In the place where the rainbow begins.

Different colors are shining in the summer sky
Above the mountains so high
And even I do not dare to try
To let those colors be mine.

Let your dreams become real
With the rainbow in the sky
But there is some kind of fear
To be above the Earth so high.

Just try to think that you can fly
One day we will see the same rainbow
In the blue summer sky
And then we will know where the rainbow begins.

by Dima

Rain of Summer

Dreaming of summer in a cold winter day
One can imagine lilies in the glassy lake
Or hot rays of the sun which wakes you in the morning
Or stars in the sky rapidly falling.
But I will imagine the rain
In a hot summer day
With its drops silver and blue
To let the Earth at last feel cool.
And I remember those moments
When the rain
Fell down on my face
And reminded me of winter in hot summer days.

by Dima

The Answer

Where have you come from, my Love,
Have you come for me?

Have you heard my whispers of prayer silently spoken to God, Mother Earth, and to all of the Angels above?

Have you felt my lonely hearts desire reaching upwards into the Heavens, to where diamonds of light sparkle softly from a silken midnight sky?

Have you come from that place, my Love?
Angelic wings reach out and take flight, catching the swift midnight winds; bearing you gently, unerringly towards my heart's calling, as a solitary lighthouse shines it’s lonely beacon across the angry, tormented seas.

Where have you come from, my Love?
Have you come for me?
A distant rustle of wings plays upon the edge of my awareness…coming closer, and closer ever still.

Slowly I become aware of a presence, as yet, I cannot tell. Suddenly a golden hand reaches towards me, bringing light into my darkness. I find myself standing transfixed , watching these shining fingers reach for me.
Gently, ever so lovingly, they touch upon my skin. Warming me and reaching through to my very soul.

I become aware of a tear falling from the corner of my eye, followed by another, and yet one more still, as I feel deep within me your angelic being caress my heart with a feeling of such warmth and tenderness, of that which I have never known.
Where have you come from, my Love?
Have you come for me?

Slowly raising my head, you stand radiantly before me. With a gentle smile upon your lips and a playful twinkle in your eyes, you touch my tear-stained face and speak to me,

As you have called, my Love, I have arrived to answer thee. Doust thou have a place within your heart for me?
In joyful response, I open my heart and my arms towards you, an invitation of embrace…

As you rest your weary head upon my shoulder, it is with a feeling, a certain knowing deep within, that you have indeed… Come for me.

by James Hunter

The Magic Kingdom of Avalon

come little hedgehogs and bunnies sore
to our magic castle in isle of mystery
you gain star wings to fly over dragon Tor
and Druid gold to shine in Avalon sanctuary
roses grow in everlasting blooming display
and every rosebud finds it's petals soon
and love will call out your elves to play
as heart be drawn to the magic of moon
there is a story to tell in every smallest thing
and all living has a fairy tale of it's own
and every color smell and taste can sing
sounds that by shining elves are shown
what joys tomorrow brings our hearts know
in the endless flow of joy rise and wonder
we are astonished by what nature can show
in bursting outbreak of lightening thunder
come and find what your heart is seeking
drink joy from our cauldron of Avalon hill
beloved be our once and future Avalonian king
Avalon - it harm none - do what you will

Poem credit: Rolf Gunnar Rolfsson