Darkness

Eyes squeezed tight                                              Lightness forbidden                                                  Trust ungiven                                                        Power within                                                               I need none                                                                    I want none                                                                      All that is needed is One                                        To keep walls up                                                         Is freedom to me.

The darkness and what it is to me.

 

Wasteland Sings

Dead Sands

Birth Trifle Songs

Forgotten Melodies

Wake Sleeping Youth

Silent Winds

Dance Along Stolen

Unfulfilled Hopes

From Ashes Reborn

Troubled Souls

Return To Slumber.

You and I………..

Seated here attached to the present of this royal place
We are a singing joy you and I.
Two in form two in figure two to the outward eye
We’re one in one, you and I.
The grove’s verdant green picked in birdsong
Treats us kindly with a trace of eternity
As we enter the garden, you and I.
The unnumbered eyes of the stars gaze on us.
We turn on them the moon’s face, you and I.
You and I, refined with joy, more than you and I
Set apart from the dross of empty words, you and I,
We are, you in I and I in you, the envy of gorgeous
Birds of paradise when we melt in secret laughter,
YOu and I, the mystery is you and I as we sit
Together on this royal place, yet in this cusp
Of being in the shade of common bliss we are one
You and I.
You and I.
We are at once in Iraq and Khorsan
You and I.

Divan 322
Jalaluddin Rumi

The Breathe of Seas

nature at war (Photo credit: JayD Photography)

 

“‘Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me.’”

Psalm  42

Guilt weighs heavily on the Seas
Pounding waves drown the screams
Deeper currents
Hollow echoes
Wandering hearts
Numbing dreams
Lonely stars stalk endless sails
Salty oceans devour youth
Swallowed harbors
Empty ports
Waylaid warriors
Vacant homecomings.

 

Perseverance

The shards of Narsil in Peter Jackson’s The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. Note that in the book, it is broken into only two pieces. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

All that is gold does not

Glitter,

Not all those who

Wander are lost;

The old that is strong

Does not wither,

Deep roots are not

Reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire

Shall be woken,

A light from the

Shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade

That was broken,

The crownless again

Shall be king.

-J. R. R. Tolkien,(The Fellowship of the Ring)

I love this poem from the book. It has so many different meanings, I think to everyone it means something different, but the theme is perseverance. It is written about Aragon and his fallen Kingdom, but to me it is about hope that one day

The Crownless Shall Be King.

Now I know everyone is  going to think I’m such a loser but I get teary eyed every time I read the Lord of the Rings books. I just love the philosophy in them and I find their “footprints” in almost everything I read. And the fact that I’m an Elf-lover might be another reason.( I heart Legolas) 🙂  I’ll probably end up writing a poem to go with this, that I will post later…