I fly through the fissured foundations of the formidable, fluctuating fire with fluent, flowing finesse.
My fleeting, fragile feathers are a fair fusion of fabulous freedom and fathomless feelings, a flash of flight.
The fidelity is fleeting, fading into forbearance: a familiar farewell.
The radiant suns shone
Twin painfully bright white orbs
Blazing with yellow and golden light
Through a transcendent, ephemeral sea
Of wispy, misty, pale clouds
Like the rippling water of a secret lake
The iridescent veil of wondrous colours
Undulate through the last fiery, flaming rays
The blue-grey shadow of rain still clings opaquely
To the vast abyss of the opening sky
Airy voices echoing on the ethereal dawn
Ominous haunting in the umbrageous dusk
Atramentous shadows dancing through the wraith twilight
Ghostly wisps drifting on a deathly enchantment in the melodious night
Spectral sprites flowing through the howling storm
Soulful ethereal light singing the symphony of the silent sky
Pure essence of heart and spirit wandering along the mystical mystery of life
The rhapsodic melody of soul music flowed wave by wave, pure love through every ripple and undulation, harmonizing our song together
Wind whispers weirdly
With secrets blown away
Until they creep inwards
Sneaking backwards again
Wavering silently, hiding
Rain pools quietly
Echoing into infinity
Breathing droplets of water
Into breath of life
Echoing into nowhere
Forever
Humming bees fill the air
Delicately alighting on each fragile flower
Bundles of busy being and tiny thunder
Transforming thin nectar to sticky honey
Tasting of warm sunlight and flower fragrance
Sweetness alike ripe fruit and berries mixed with
All the wonders of nature and rich earth
Sunlight smiles, streaming
Into trees, into flowers, into earth
Moonlight shimmers, streaming
Into leaves, into plants, into water
The world transforms into
Golden light
Silver light
Illuminating all life through love
As the water slips
Out of the pool
Droplets cling like diamonds
Thin streams glistening
Tiny pearls within a sea of earth
Sunlight casts a spell
Revealing the whole cosmos
Transforming, diving
Until all is essence
Dancing rivers of light glow
Metamorphosing clean water
To pure, gentle light
Playing the game of life
Deep within
The abyssal
A brief, fleeting glimpse into velutinous darkness
The shadows hover there like spectral shades in the silent evening
The veil drifts by quiescently, flying through you like an awakened wraith
Memories meander softly through the moonlight, creeping around in your heart
The spirit of that smile is so close, so near, so tangible, yet unreachable.
Those feelings haunt your heart, so rooted into your being that the branches and vines have ensnared you, entangled you, and will never let you go.
Yet you are compelled to listen to the whispers of the cool night grass and the hushing trees breathing with the rhythm of the earth.
The symphony of arcane forces gives you small solace, for you remember that smile, remember those happy, sunny days together, remember that promise made long ago.
Our hearts beat as one, in honest synchronicity, you think as you gaze skyward at the sentinel stars singing serenely, far far away beyond.
The stars too, are distant, but the moon, the radiant moon, smiling with pure, unwavering light down on you, will be your guide.
You breathe deeply, and the untainted natural fragrance of the night air both calms your palpitating heartbeat and sharpens your resolve.
You step fully outside into a hidden world woven by magic.
It is a tapestry to trap a story inside its clandestine, mystical depths
Your story.
The ceaseless, insidious night enfolds you.
It is your wizard’s robe, your traveller’s coat, your invisibility cloak.
That robe is patterned by stars, that coat is revealed by moonlight, and that cloak reflects itself and yourself in silence.
Thrice you turn to return, and through four uncertain moments you linger on the path, doubtful and afraid.
Yet each precarious instant only makes your spirit burn more brightly.
So seven decisions are made to continue, and you journey onwards into uncharted, mystical forests and unknown unconscious shadows.
You are lost.
You have strayed from the vital path guiding your fragile self, as all heroes do.
The roots of the forest twist deeply into the very foundations of the earth itself, and the branches too ensnare and entrap you the deeper and darker you journey inwards.
But then you chance upon a rippling, motionless, moonlit pool.
From across the unfathomable abyss.
Pure night and starlight has spun this eerie enchanter for you.
The water seems to gaze at you with ancient, adamant eyes full of lost wisdom.
Two more steps you take, and knowingly yet unknowingly pass beyond the pool, beyond the forest, beyond your grief.
You return to your path once more: lost and yet found in many more ways than one.
Your own self is not the only thing you find upon that twisted, complex path.
Deep in the shadows lies something you remember well indeed.
A ring has no beginning and no end: it simply is, and shall be anon.
Now your own ring has found it’s lost twin, but the bond between the ring and the ring-wearer was broken and the ring-wearer is still lost.
Where, then, has the lost bearer gone?
Memories stir deep within your heart as you now wear your beloved’s ring for safekeeping.
The moon sings incandescently, guarded by a primal, earthy ring of curved trees and curled leaves.
It is shifting and shining tritween unearthly, silvery grey clouds and white, ghostly mist and the dark mysterious sky all above you.
Your twin rings are silvery white in the moonlight, black in the shadows, likely red by dawn, and hopefully golden by the welcoming sunlight to follow.
Yet the dawn and the sun seen as far away as your beloved: east of the sun, west of the moon, north of the stars, and south of the very sky itself.
You follow clues scattered like secret seeds.
A traveller’s trail twisting through twigs and trust.
Leading steadily onwards, as the forest is life, trapping the heart, the tiny nut or seed
Full of promise and revealing silence: a bit of fur here, a poignant feather here.
Culminating in a single ring carved, drowned within an enchanted, spirited pool
Diving unfathomably deep to an abyssal chasm haunted by phantoms passing
Clandestine and voiceless: attending their queen through a veil of silence
The broken branches beckon eerily
Luring you towards the heart of the forest, darker and phantasmic
While skeletal creatures stare
Boney eyes between the trees
Watching every twitch of your wings
Seeking warmth where there is none
Only the morning sun still so distant
At long last you reach the heart of the forest.
A parade of shades wanders silently and solemnly past you, further into darkness and the abyss beyond the rustling trees.
Skeletal branches claw at you as you venture nearer, and vines and roots grasp at your legs and feet desperately.
Is the forest frantically trying to warn you or only entangling you to drag you deeper and deeper?
The spooky shades form a conclave.
You hear their muted mutterings and unnerving whispers as they drift around you, watching you.
A spectral shape glides towards you on wings as silvery grey as morning mist on a forgotten moor.
Her body wavers and undulates uncannily like a wrathful wraith.
Her hair streams, a ghostly veil on an invisible current.
Gossamer cobwebs enshroud her in a sepulchral embrace.
Her insubstantial form seems to dance in the darkness, dance in faint moonlight and pale starlight.
Her uncanny eyes are pure white, and stare at you for far too long, intent and watchful yet lost and unseeing, blinded to everything.
You cannot speak, you cannot move; overcome by longing, the enchantment is complete.
The phantom queen plays a deadening game.
The phantom queen’s face is a dull mask
Her blank face expressionless
Milk-white eyes gazing blankly at nothing, her skeletal tail and rattling bone wings scrape on bark and branches
Her thin, disconcerting touch sends shivers scything through the winged girl’s heart
A complete premonition of now
The phantom queen, finally free, finally boundless
Ultimately, eternally, immortally seniselicant Spirit Love
The spirits and spectres surrounding transform
Revealed for what they are: old ghosts, old memories no longer needed.
There is no I; there is no me or you; there is no we or us or them
All is One Light; all is One Love
Eternal, graceful, mellifluous
Opaline, crystalline beings
Ethereally the cosmos
My fleeting, fragile feathers are a fair fusion of fabulous freedom and fathomless feelings, a flash of flight.
The fidelity is fleeting, fading into forbearance: a familiar farewell.
The radiant suns shone
Twin painfully bright white orbs
Blazing with yellow and golden light
Through a transcendent, ephemeral sea
Of wispy, misty, pale clouds
Like the rippling water of a secret lake
The iridescent veil of wondrous colours
Undulate through the last fiery, flaming rays
The blue-grey shadow of rain still clings opaquely
To the vast abyss of the opening sky
Airy voices echoing on the ethereal dawn
Ominous haunting in the umbrageous dusk
Atramentous shadows dancing through the wraith twilight
Ghostly wisps drifting on a deathly enchantment in the melodious night
Spectral sprites flowing through the howling storm
Soulful ethereal light singing the symphony of the silent sky
Pure essence of heart and spirit wandering along the mystical mystery of life
The rhapsodic melody of soul music flowed wave by wave, pure love through every ripple and undulation, harmonizing our song together
Wind whispers weirdly
With secrets blown away
Until they creep inwards
Sneaking backwards again
Wavering silently, hiding
Rain pools quietly
Echoing into infinity
Breathing droplets of water
Into breath of life
Echoing into nowhere
Forever
Humming bees fill the air
Delicately alighting on each fragile flower
Bundles of busy being and tiny thunder
Transforming thin nectar to sticky honey
Tasting of warm sunlight and flower fragrance
Sweetness alike ripe fruit and berries mixed with
All the wonders of nature and rich earth
Sunlight smiles, streaming
Into trees, into flowers, into earth
Moonlight shimmers, streaming
Into leaves, into plants, into water
The world transforms into
Golden light
Silver light
Illuminating all life through love
As the water slips
Out of the pool
Droplets cling like diamonds
Thin streams glistening
Tiny pearls within a sea of earth
Sunlight casts a spell
Revealing the whole cosmos
Transforming, diving
Until all is essence
Dancing rivers of light glow
Metamorphosing clean water
To pure, gentle light
Playing the game of life
Deep within
The abyssal
A brief, fleeting glimpse into velutinous darkness
The shadows hover there like spectral shades in the silent evening
The veil drifts by quiescently, flying through you like an awakened wraith
Memories meander softly through the moonlight, creeping around in your heart
The spirit of that smile is so close, so near, so tangible, yet unreachable.
Those feelings haunt your heart, so rooted into your being that the branches and vines have ensnared you, entangled you, and will never let you go.
Yet you are compelled to listen to the whispers of the cool night grass and the hushing trees breathing with the rhythm of the earth.
The symphony of arcane forces gives you small solace, for you remember that smile, remember those happy, sunny days together, remember that promise made long ago.
Our hearts beat as one, in honest synchronicity, you think as you gaze skyward at the sentinel stars singing serenely, far far away beyond.
The stars too, are distant, but the moon, the radiant moon, smiling with pure, unwavering light down on you, will be your guide.
You breathe deeply, and the untainted natural fragrance of the night air both calms your palpitating heartbeat and sharpens your resolve.
You step fully outside into a hidden world woven by magic.
It is a tapestry to trap a story inside its clandestine, mystical depths
Your story.
The ceaseless, insidious night enfolds you.
It is your wizard’s robe, your traveller’s coat, your invisibility cloak.
That robe is patterned by stars, that coat is revealed by moonlight, and that cloak reflects itself and yourself in silence.
Thrice you turn to return, and through four uncertain moments you linger on the path, doubtful and afraid.
Yet each precarious instant only makes your spirit burn more brightly.
So seven decisions are made to continue, and you journey onwards into uncharted, mystical forests and unknown unconscious shadows.
You are lost.
You have strayed from the vital path guiding your fragile self, as all heroes do.
The roots of the forest twist deeply into the very foundations of the earth itself, and the branches too ensnare and entrap you the deeper and darker you journey inwards.
But then you chance upon a rippling, motionless, moonlit pool.
From across the unfathomable abyss.
Pure night and starlight has spun this eerie enchanter for you.
The water seems to gaze at you with ancient, adamant eyes full of lost wisdom.
Two more steps you take, and knowingly yet unknowingly pass beyond the pool, beyond the forest, beyond your grief.
You return to your path once more: lost and yet found in many more ways than one.
Your own self is not the only thing you find upon that twisted, complex path.
Deep in the shadows lies something you remember well indeed.
A ring has no beginning and no end: it simply is, and shall be anon.
Now your own ring has found it’s lost twin, but the bond between the ring and the ring-wearer was broken and the ring-wearer is still lost.
Where, then, has the lost bearer gone?
Memories stir deep within your heart as you now wear your beloved’s ring for safekeeping.
The moon sings incandescently, guarded by a primal, earthy ring of curved trees and curled leaves.
It is shifting and shining tritween unearthly, silvery grey clouds and white, ghostly mist and the dark mysterious sky all above you.
Your twin rings are silvery white in the moonlight, black in the shadows, likely red by dawn, and hopefully golden by the welcoming sunlight to follow.
Yet the dawn and the sun seen as far away as your beloved: east of the sun, west of the moon, north of the stars, and south of the very sky itself.
You follow clues scattered like secret seeds.
A traveller’s trail twisting through twigs and trust.
Leading steadily onwards, as the forest is life, trapping the heart, the tiny nut or seed
Full of promise and revealing silence: a bit of fur here, a poignant feather here.
Culminating in a single ring carved, drowned within an enchanted, spirited pool
Diving unfathomably deep to an abyssal chasm haunted by phantoms passing
Clandestine and voiceless: attending their queen through a veil of silence
The broken branches beckon eerily
Luring you towards the heart of the forest, darker and phantasmic
While skeletal creatures stare
Boney eyes between the trees
Watching every twitch of your wings
Seeking warmth where there is none
Only the morning sun still so distant
At long last you reach the heart of the forest.
A parade of shades wanders silently and solemnly past you, further into darkness and the abyss beyond the rustling trees.
Skeletal branches claw at you as you venture nearer, and vines and roots grasp at your legs and feet desperately.
Is the forest frantically trying to warn you or only entangling you to drag you deeper and deeper?
The spooky shades form a conclave.
You hear their muted mutterings and unnerving whispers as they drift around you, watching you.
A spectral shape glides towards you on wings as silvery grey as morning mist on a forgotten moor.
Her body wavers and undulates uncannily like a wrathful wraith.
Her hair streams, a ghostly veil on an invisible current.
Gossamer cobwebs enshroud her in a sepulchral embrace.
Her insubstantial form seems to dance in the darkness, dance in faint moonlight and pale starlight.
Her uncanny eyes are pure white, and stare at you for far too long, intent and watchful yet lost and unseeing, blinded to everything.
You cannot speak, you cannot move; overcome by longing, the enchantment is complete.
The phantom queen plays a deadening game.
The phantom queen’s face is a dull mask
Her blank face expressionless
Milk-white eyes gazing blankly at nothing, her skeletal tail and rattling bone wings scrape on bark and branches
Her thin, disconcerting touch sends shivers scything through the winged girl’s heart
A complete premonition of now
The phantom queen, finally free, finally boundless
Ultimately, eternally, immortally seniselicant Spirit Love
The spirits and spectres surrounding transform
Revealed for what they are: old ghosts, old memories no longer needed.
There is no I; there is no me or you; there is no we or us or them
All is One Light; all is One Love
Eternal, graceful, mellifluous
Opaline, crystalline beings
Ethereally the cosmos
