|Current mood:|| accomplished|
|Current music:||Total Eclipse of the Heart ~ Bonnie Tyler|
From the Bardic Circle
These are all things that I have up on my writing group, The Bardic Circle.
Dear gods! What is this feeling?
I've never felt this before.
I feel as though my world is careening
And all around you.
My breath quickens and my pulse begins to race,
At the mere thought of you.
My ashke, so full of strength and grace.
My ves'tacha, who I feel like I can't live without.
So many things I could call you.
A poet, a bard, an archer,
And all are true.
But what I wish to call you is lover.
Just your hand brushing my cheek
Is enough to make me hot.
Your love is what I seek
But also fear.
Love does not come easily to my kind,
When it comes at all.
As treachery and betrayal intertwine
With our every thought.
Dare I open myself to love?
Open myself to pain and betrayal?
I look beseechingly to the stars above,
But they have no answers to give.
I guess that leaves me to watch out for myself.
As I always have and always will.
That's just the way it must be for a dark elf,
Or can things change?
I smile at you fondly
And whisper words sweetly,
But you do not see,
And the words are heard only by me.
My heart sings with joy at your approach
And cherishes your heart more than any broach.
You do not sense my love
Springing up like a released dove.
You just see your friend,
Hoping her bad mood will soon end.
I wonder if you will ever see?
Or will I forever be on bended knee?
Begging for returned affection
But staying silent for my protection.
Why am I such a coward?
Never confessing my love until the wait has soured
It into an annoyance and pain.
I drive myself insane!
So once again, my love is silent
And stabs at my heart like a trident.
People screaming their beliefs,
Drowning out each other's voice,
One steps back with relief,
Realizing they have a choice.
All are right, none are wrong,
It's all a matter of representation,
Despite the texts, tales, and songs,
The choice is your interpretation.
God, Allah, Buddha,
All the facets of one face.
Tir Na Nog, Heaven, Nirvana,
All just names for one place.
The one looks in sorrow,
Seeing only a few others have seen the same,
The others go on to fight in every tomorrow,
With their blindness to blame.
Shouldn't I be lonely?
Shouldn't I be a little sad?
My heart was yours only,
Now I almost think I've gone a little mad.
I find as I sit here
Looking down at the tile,
I wipe away a single tear,
And find that I can smile.
Instead of anger and pain,
I feel gratitude.
I know things just wouldn't be the same,
Had my feelings been untrue.
You made me want to feel again
Breaking down the walls I built.
You made love bloom in my heart when
I thought it was destined to wilt.
You told me that you can't go on anymore
That is just doesn't feel right.
I thought my heart would be on the floor,
But I'm taking your advice.
I know I'll never regret
Anything we've done or said,
And I'll never forget