This is some of my recipe of life and timeless fantasy in my imagination. |
Whispering Wind Standing here, all alone, upon a breezy morn, I heard a softly sighing gently prying kind of crying song. It sang to me; to me it sang. The wind whispered to me; the whispering wind. Oasis Through the shimmering radiating heat, onward. Though the tremendous odds are unlikely. Sweating profusely, heavily burdened and weary the scorched sand-driven traveler travels on across the barren land of storms and grit. Seeking the happy refuge of the hidden oasis beyond the next bleak windy dune, and the next, and the next, and the next. Shadowvale Shady boughs of pine and gorse are brushed aside by the great and noble warrior upon his steed of chestnut. Facing all challenges and ne'er retreating any of his long and treacherous way. Here he halts, in this peaceful vale of shadows among the spruce and swaying limbs of willows near the steep bank of a creek. Sea Song Singing sea of salt and spray who beats away at the craggy rock cliffs, which stand against the raging onslaught of pounding waves and currents. Forever they'll sing the sound of the sea and the earth in its endless dance of life and song. Forever the waves will crash and rend the stony beaches. Death's Plague Creeping forward to pounce and snatch unwitting victims. Chained eternally within the tomb, raging spirits to thrash and torment their own tortured minds in the depths of death, until an angel appears and beckons them toward rest and glory in heaven with the righteous. Possibility I suppose, You could, Maybe, Maybe not, I'm not sure, It's a possibility! Sailing Away Too fast to catch, Too swift to see, Too sly to snatch, Too different to be, A thought, sailing, On a moonlit sea, Sailing away, On a gentle breeze, Not to stay, A quiet please, Oh, now it is gone, Ne'er to come, Or sing a song, Maybe, more or some. Thinking Girl (Windy Day) Staring straight ahead, A girl, out a window, Watching the trees, Leaves, swirling in wind, Roaring, swooshing wind, Carrying a single leaf, In its cool shifting arms, Dropping out of sight, A golden thought, Slips away on the cloudy day, Where does it go? And from whence it came? To the moor's starlit trees, And the forest, brimming, Spreading thoughts across, A world--an ocean of dreams, No wall can hesitate, nor break, No chain can hold, nor torment, No cell, nor jail, can bind, Thinking thoughts, dreaming, Windy and chill; cloudy and dreary, Not to the girl, out the window, An array of ideas, thoughts, Flying thick and fast, carried away, By a breath of eager wind. Smiling a Smile If you smile a smile, All day and all the while, You'll find that the people you meet, Will be glowing and happy right down to their feet, So smile a smile all the long day, And you'll feel like a sunshine ray! Alone Nobody can see, A friend inside of me, I really do try, Maybe I'm just shy, A few people notice in a trice, And some are even quite nice, But does anyone, anyone see, Your sort of friend inside of me? Light Symbol of mysteries, Life of a fairy, How do you see? Eyes full of Me. Timidy Skittering about, Between others' feet, Hiding when frightened, Smiling when cared for, Happily, timidly, living a life, Shyly showing my spirit of light. Mysterious Smoke Ne'er has any brave soul Seen the like--mists of despair Spewing rancid air. Mountain Forever People, animals, All fade away given time, Mountains live forever. Freedom Sweet song, fresh cool breath, Do as I please, just laws, My land, oh, great land! Thinking Fliting, yes, away, Flying wisp, hither thither, Remember again. Growl Rumbling, deep, dark, Evil wish, nearby and loud, Tone of the hunter. Dancer Graceful and flawless she floats to the moon of another land unreachable for others that cannot understand the ways of a perfect dancer. Dimpled and smiling she climbs the unbreachable crest, a wave of music and rhthym breaking upon her rigid cliff beaches in the attempt to create a living earthly angel. Forsaken Her face illuminates the garden with a balance of perfect beauty and a sadness harrowed, She weeps, as sunrise lights the heavens, as she remembers a heart once borrowed, A misty gown of hers fades in the morning light, glowing in the wraith-like haze, No queen could be but half as royal, but as the shadows lighten a rose attracts her gaze, Kissing it with fervent lips, which none but hers could be as red, whatwith the early cold, This splendor is unearthly, this passion too unreal, soon the truth will suddenly unfold, This ghostly apparition, though of beauty absolute, has a soul where much sorrow seeped, Her countenance reflects the stare of a true love's soul, rejected, forsaken and reaped, The essence of her quiet features is a question most complex, but surely, it is real, Possibly, it is the memory of one on earth, who had something that no one else could feel. Daughter of Venus Airily she flows like breathing water, Pausing now and again in shimmering light, Coy and lovely indeed is Venus' daughter, Only she in the garden, oh, such a radiant sight. As her phantom-shape glides softly on by, A shy tiny bud, so rosy red, sings, Together their souls join; soaring into the sky, And every heart they pass on silver shadowy wings. As the evening star rises in falls a hush, The girl and her flower blissfully flying, To mountain and cloud; to swoop and to rush, With wind in her hiar the beauty itself is sighing. Nighting glaes sing and the stars murmer along, Singing so softly their heavenly song. |