The red brick walls
protective, high,
enclose, surround, embrace
sun warmed barrier
dressed with pear and plum trees
rose petals scent the lawn
syringa blossoms cloak the path
the girl beneath the apple tree
plays with a blade of grass
dreaming
dreaming
dreamng
there is a time
for slipping through
where two worlds meet
the fair folk have a name for it
a name i will not tell you
it must remain unspoken
there is a time
the wind keeps turning
here and there
all the cows are restless
dogs bay at the moon
owls hoot in chorus
moths tap at your window
the cats wont let you stroke them
the horse will kick at the stable door
the word means wonderful,
open, charming,
delicious, exciting,
delightful,disarming,
beautiful,
unhinged
on the edge
of the dark wood
i sit
holding my breath
the grass my father cut that day
was parched and scorched
by burning sun
his ashes rest
beneath the roses now
the rain pours down
and bounces on the lawn
bending down the peony heads
and flattening the fern
the grass has grown again
will he?
the day they met
the wind turned
in slow pirouette
the curtains at the window,
caught and pulled by the breeze,
flew away to the open sea
the southern sun hides from the winter
taking refuge in your eyes
from there it shines
and all the world is warm again
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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
The Dreaming Path 