Eld

The muse is as sweet as she is fickle and I live for her every visit....

Any suggestions would be most welcome.....

Thank you kindly....

A forest doth sway

in moonbeams it glimmers,

as one small world

in starlight doth shimmer,

and cloud doth obscure

the leaf strewn floor,

above which once

mighty eagles did soar.

Not a whisper of wings

or a stealthy footfall.

Where are thee brothers

for my heart it doth call?

Awaken ye sleepers

come wander with me,

I’d hunt with thee again

for ‘tis as it should be,

many lifetimes gone and

my spirit may not rove,

‘tis here for eternity

aye keeper of the grove.

Eld

From the roar of the horde

comes the call to arms,

and the ancient doth sigh

for shattered sweet calm,

and their breasts do swell

aye hearts they beat fast,

as the ancient sighs again

for he knows of this past,

glory they shall cry

and havoc will reign,

the dogs will out

aye ‘tis war once again,

they’ll ne’er come home

for they die in vain,

for the glory of those

who should hide in shame,

now the ancient doth wait

as the sun leaves the sky,

and tears they trickle

from his saddened eyes,

oh the war it will come

and the young they will die,

without ever knowing

why the ancient did sigh.

Eld

So show me my love

in the corners of thy mind,

all the shadows that dance,

and the one heart that binds,

a place where paths meet

yet words swirl about,

and so they divide

alas shadows bring doubt,

one path leads to a journey

and a glittering sweet light,

aye no shadows here

where happiness is right,

on a shimmering thread

of golden hearts blood,

a soul gently swaying

as it sends forth its love,

for ‘tis only myself

who doth walk in thy dreams,

as ‘tis only for thee

I do weave these moonbeams.

Eld

Sunlight doth break

from an easterly view

and ye come forth

in the dawn’s early dew,

then harkens the day

to the light of my life,

aye the world it doth sing

to thee my own wife,

destiny hath touched thee

thy soul be so rare,

thy heart filled with courage

and a beauty so fair,

‘tis like unto magic

for a spell thou didst weave,

elemental in nature

my soul ‘twill ne’er leave,

thee are of the heavens

come down from above,

for thou art my heartbeat

aye thou art my true love.

Eld