Hold them Close

A spouting seed,
A field of golden wheat,
A meadow of flowers,
A wordless prayer.
Time marches on without care,
Memories remain or are lost,
The white pages become yellow and stained,
As the gears of the clock slowly rust away.
A lone tree,
A leisurely stream,
A gentle breeze,
A soft, loving voice.
To stardust everything shall return,
To start it all anew,
For new life to grow,
Even stars must someday die.
A downpour of rain,
A mountain covered in snow,
A river that leads to the sea,
A desert in bloom,
An ever-growing dream.
Villages become towns,
Towns become cities,
The land changes and shifts,
History is recorded,
As time marches on without care.
A spouting seed,
A field of golden wheat,
A meadow of flowers,
A wordless prayer,
A song without a name.
Do hear my voice,
Do you know my name,
Do you know,
Do you remember?
A sea breeze,
A fallen tree,
A forest full of life,
A burning fire,
A lingering memory.
Buildings rise and fall,
Nature reclaims its land,
Time embraces the lost,
Even as the stars continue to glow.
Tell me,
Ask me,
A wordless prayer,
Hear me,
Know me,
A soft, loving voice,
Remember,
Hold them close,
An ever-growing dream,
A song without a name,
Do hear my voice,
Do you know my name,
A lingering memory,
Don’t let time allow it all to slip away.
A spouting seed,
A field of golden wheat,
A meadow of flowers,
Time marches on without care,
The white pages become yellow and stained,
To stardust everything shall return,
To start it all anew,
For new life to grow,
Even stars must someday die,
Hold them close,
And be reborn,
Don’t allow me to take away the time you have,
With those you love.

I Am a Witch

I am a witch,
Loved yet hated,
Fire is my domain,
My blessing and curse.
For though I give warmth,
I may burn all who touch me.
With this life, I swore to live,
But here I am alone,
Longing for a love I can never have.
Bitterness and joy,
Envy fills my heart,
When I see the life I wished to have,
The life I can never be given.
I am a witch,
Fire is my domain,
My voice is my spell,
A blessing and a curse,
For who would trust my words?
Who would dare listen?
I swore never to waste my days away,
But here I am, hidden away,
As sadness drowns my already broken heart.
My fire gifts warmth,
But I may burn all who touch me.
I am a witch,
Loved yet hated,
Cursed to be forever alone.
I give, I sing,
I scream, I pray,
I burn,
Till my bitterness and joy,
The envy and sadness,
Till it all becomes ash,
Till I, the witch,
Are no more,

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;

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;