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may winter snow flakes
fall upon you as gentle kisses
frosted by moonlight
we travel by the hidden old ways
coming far to gladden your days
wherever we go, music is near
welcomed in from the bitterest cold
toss us some coin if you can spare
a minstrels life is not free of care
thought we are rich in our pleasure
welcome us in from winters stark cold
love fills the air with a soft golden glow
thought it be through blizzards of snow
the magic is in the measure
we holds it against winters cold
come to the warmth of the hearth
before we all grow old, lets dance
take from us the cup of good cheer
welcomed in from winters white cold
note upon note, music entwined
clear pearls that melt with sweetest wine
we will drift to a slower measure
growing drunk in a deeper pleasure
each note we play is crystal bright
we speed our beat for your delight
watching dancing feet take to flight
in firelight and starlight inflamed
the drum is our heart
the fiddle weaves spells
the lute brings the sun
angelic the flute
welcome in from winters grey cold
our music takes wing
the silver strings sing
with fingers and bow
that battle the snow
welcome in from winters dark cold
welcome to all in the winter
Gazing into a fire of pitch black coal,
blazing heat, dark caverns, flickering flames
licking the rock with red, green and gold,
for a moment I am a child again,
entering caves and challenging dragons.
So easy it was to dream in those days.
The world dimmed and faded, vanished away.
I look to my heart, converse with my soul,
look to memories, remembering names,
loves that were new, joy, pain, loves that grew old.
This love I feel deeper cannot be changed.
No darkness can quench this burning desire.
In love we enter a magical land.
The cold world grows dim, fades, vanished away.
My heart and my soul adrift in dreams,
places more real than black stone or hot flame,
I sit at your side, gaze into warm fire,
at home, in peace, nothing vanished or lost.
Hearts are cast in spun gold,
life moves in reversal.
The cup closes in on itself,
hurt and loss, universal.
The brave knight risks all,
mapping the winding paths,
lost and confused, tiring,
he fights endless battles of old.
Rust turns gold to base metal.
There is no mystery here.
The philosophers stone,
well worn and smoothed,
tumbled by time,
rolled and burnished in tides,
lies at his feet unnoticed,
until he looks down and knows.
His armour thrown aside,
he sees through the eyes of kindness.
Enemies are only hurt children
grown and casting wild arrows.
There is no evil hiding in woods,
only spirits, frightened.
The world has a deeper meaning.
Looking again he sees blessings,
losses turn into lessons,
the balm of a deeper healing.
Love was the key he needed;
the heart is opened by seeing.
Base metal returns to gold
looking out of my winter window
to ice cold streets below
i see huddled figures
trudging through the snow
the children skip faster in winter
that’s what we all should do
imagine the shopping centre
full of skipping people
then christmas shopping would be
a dance of joy so merry
flocks of people like robins
seeking the shining red berries
love is strength
caring is stronger than promises
promises are like butterflies
wonderful, even spectacular
but when you touch their wings
they cannot fly any more
i don’t promise
i care
If I knew who this was by, or its title, I would tell you – perhaps you can tell me ?
The world is full of blessings and light
And yet my feeble candle still stutters
Dark moths gather outside, escaping night,
They flutter softly against the shutters.
What is this feeling I cannot define,
What is the central source of this sorrow?
This darkness and loss can only be mine
I will send it away by tomorrow.
Over and over I send it away
Filling emptiness with music and song
Asking the angels to come back and stay
To help me feel I am here and belong.
Let moths burn in bright flame of desire
Transmute their wings to celestial fire.
on a summer street
we exchanged a glance
turning back some paces on
i saw you look my way again
passing by
moving on
no words spoken
no knowledge gained
moving islands in a stream
a moment fixed in a gaze
if we had met
what might have been?
i don’t know you
you don’t know me
all that it was
it was meant to be
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/someone-elses-island/
The Dreaming Path 