Wednesday, August 30, 2023

Sparks Light the Fire

Before the bonfire,
Beneath a canopy of branches,
Flowers bloom within the sky,
Drums are the thunder,
Gunpowder fills the air,
Drops of fading rain,
The wind are voices,
Echoing through the earth.
Darkness glows,
Sparks light the fire,
Burning, dancing,
Lanterns made of embers,
Drift and fall like leaves.
Rusted metal red with time,
Breaks and turns to dust.
Ticking clock,
Broken glass,
Before the bonfire,
Dancing, falling,
Drifting, rising,
Turning,
Flowers bloom within the sky,
Drums are the thunder,
Gunpowder fills the air,
A reflection of the stars,
Drops of fading rain,
The howling wind,
Voices echo through the earth.
Glowing darkness,
A canopy of branches,
Sparks light the fire,
Burning, dancing,
Lanterns are embers,
Rust the leaves,
Glass as dew drops.
Dancing, falling,
Drifting, rising,
Turning,
Trees become a bed,
Of blooming seeds.
Untilled earth cracks,
Sand falls,
Lanterns made of embers,
Drift and fall like leaves,
Drops of fading rain,
The wind are voices.
Before the bonfire,
Sparks light the fire,
Burning, dancing,
Flowers bloom within the sky,
Drums are the thunder,
Dancing, falling,
Drifting, rising,
Turning.
Darkness glows,
Gunpowder fills the air,
Beneath a canopy of branches,
Seeds spread,
A reflection of the stars.
Rusted metal red with time,
Breaks and turns to dust.
Ticking clock,
Broken glass,
Drops of fading rain,
The howling wind,
Voices echo through the earth.
Dancing, falling,
Drifting, rising,
Turning,
Sparks light the fire;

Friday, August 11, 2023

My Voice Eternal

Blooming, incinerating,
Bells ring,
Petals fall as ash,
Seeds rise as flames.
Stone becomes the sand slipping through my fingers,
Threads intertwine,
Tightening, breaking, enduring,
As red stains white, the darkest black.
Ií’äa Há'lóuse,
Wilting, renewing,
My song is a spell,
My voice, a silence piercing the cacophony,
Ií'ëná Na'nii'aós Eterrin.
The sword is mine to wield,
The truth is mine to hold,
My fate is my own,
Ha'íya Iích'bäa A'fénós Ií'ëná Lata'ëith.
Scales of burning blue,
Fangs of piercing white,
Wings that embrace,
A blackened sword,
A cursed life.
Ií’äa Há'lóuse,
Blooming, incinerating,
Bells ring,
Petals fall as ash,
Seeds rise as flames.
Sand becomes the glass reflecting the unbreakable truth,
Threads are weaved,
My sword severs the fraying string,
As red stains white, the darkest black.
Na'vi'aós, Na'vi'aós Na'fáyä,
Wilting, renewing,
My song is a spell,
My voice, a silence piercing the cacophony,
Ií'ëná Na'nii'aós Eterrin.
The sword is mine to wield,
The end is mine to embrace,
Fate is mine,
Ha'íya Iích'bäa A'fénós Ií'ëná Lata'ëith.
Spreading wings,
Of burning blue,
Ií'ëná Däi'draon,
Ií'ëná Lâ'saé'yu,
Our voices resound into a roar,
A single cry,
A wordless prayer.
Na'vi'aós Thä'teé Na'vaós A'fénós Lú’Éz,
Blooming, incinerating,
Wilting, renewing,
I am here.
Bells ring,
Our cry resounds,
Wings embrace,
A blackened sword,
Ií'ëná Tö'këir'ris Lú'yunâ.
Petals fall as ash,
Seeds rise as flames.
Na'vi'aós,
Threads intertwine,
As red stains white, the darkest black.
My song is a spell,
Our voice, a silence piercing the cacophony,
Ha'íya Iích'bäa A'fénós Ií'ëná Lata'ëith.
I am here,
Ií'ëná Nâ'fáyu,
Fate is mine,
Ií'ëná Lú’lata,
My voice is eternal;