Springtime Blue
A spring like many a springtime before,
at the bluest hour of the bluest day.
A young woman’s tears come to the fore;
they seem to be there to stay.
The silence sings her a soft lullaby,
where she sits upon a moss clad stone.
Shoulders slumped with burden, why?
She seems weary, yes, tired to the bone.
A cause for her trouble there must be,
and there is, hidden deep in her mind.
She has the power to hear and to see,
secrets that time and space would bind.
Truth, she carries her secrets well,
but still the tears fall down unbidden.
For her knowledge is the kind of hell
that traps you in what’s not left hidden.
She loves to hear the gentle fall of rain,
for ’tis the same water now that in the past,
fell, on body heated by love’s lusty pain.
Love that she knew could never last.
So, she wanders lost in time’s great sea,
despite the knowledge in her soul.
Seeking what she knows peace to be,
but the Fates will not make her whole.
Cursed is she to always wander ‘round,
though she does not know her crime.
She remains lonely, even in a crowd.
Stays, only for a short moment in time.
Her power is one that can hurt as it heals,
but she fights for what she believes in.
Too well does she know the pain fate deals,
but she won’t plead, as pride is her sin.
She hasn’t broken and she never will;
nothing can beat her fire within.
Her sword never falters or misses a kill;
whatever the sacrifice she will win.
But in this hour, in this special place,
she calls for help to alleviate her fears.
Her eyes search through time and space,
through deserts and her falling tears.
-Adored one, beloved, forever my love,
where to has the darkness banned you?
In a grieving eternity I’ve waited, my love,
and longer still, in my search for you.
Where art thou now, half of my soul?
Do we both hear the same stars’ song?
Without each other, neither one is whole.
Every night’s as an eternity’s long.
Do you recall the oath you gave me?
I remember every single uttered word.
My heart is cold like the desert I see.
The feelings are calling, have you heard?
The woman’s golden locks are shifting
moved by an icy gust of air.
Her searching mind stops drifting,
as the wind’s howling turns from despair.
Her eyes, they glitter with a brilliant smile,
as fog moves swiftly in over the moor.
The spring world’s mesmerized all the while,
by sudden snowflakes making war.
Her eyes are locked in the distance
and 'round her the world freezes slowly.
Out on the moor she sees a mirage dance
and, paving the way, the snow falls lowly
Puzzling, the moment, for those not in the know,
but her eyes can see beyond the veil.
And behind the fog, born of traitorous snow,
waits the one that she needs to heal.
So the threads of cold thin before her eyes;
revealing that which she’s waited so long for.
The man she loved under those once upon skies,
the one she’s bound to by magic and lore.
She recalls the strength in their loving still,
all those glorious nights of their youth.
And in his bearing she can plainly read his will -
his feelings are the same then, forsooth.
On the cold moor, where two worlds collide,
they trade whispers and vows of forever.
Despair and love, so strong on each side,
and renewed hope from this time together.
But the time the veil can be parted is not long
and before they know it the end is in sigh.t
No time for goodbyes, as the fog rolls in strong
and spells away that midwinter night.
Now, the snow is melted from this magical place,
which they both left those eons ago.
But as I stand here, I still remember his face
and the life that I cherished so.
For I’ve lived thousands of lives since that life,
but still I can not let him go.
A spring like many a springtime before,
at the bluest hour of the bluest day.
A young woman’s tears come to the fore;
they seem to be there to stay.
The silence sings her a soft lullaby,
where she sits upon a moss clad stone.
Shoulders slumped with burden, why?
She seems weary, yes, tired to the bone.
A cause for her trouble there must be,
and there is, hidden deep in her mind.
She has the power to hear and to see,
secrets that time and space would bind.
Truth, she carries her secrets well,
but still the tears fall down unbidden.
For her knowledge is the kind of hell
that traps you in what’s not left hidden.
She loves to hear the gentle fall of rain,
for ’tis the same water now that in the past,
fell, on body heated by love’s lusty pain.
Love that she knew could never last.
So, she wanders lost in time’s great sea,
despite the knowledge in her soul.
Seeking what she knows peace to be,
but the Fates will not make her whole.
Cursed is she to always wander ‘round,
though she does not know her crime.
She remains lonely, even in a crowd.
Stays, only for a short moment in time.
Her power is one that can hurt as it heals,
but she fights for what she believes in.
Too well does she know the pain fate deals,
but she won’t plead, as pride is her sin.
She hasn’t broken and she never will;
nothing can beat her fire within.
Her sword never falters or misses a kill;
whatever the sacrifice she will win.
But in this hour, in this special place,
she calls for help to alleviate her fears.
Her eyes search through time and space,
through deserts and her falling tears.
-Adored one, beloved, forever my love,
where to has the darkness banned you?
In a grieving eternity I’ve waited, my love,
and longer still, in my search for you.
Where art thou now, half of my soul?
Do we both hear the same stars’ song?
Without each other, neither one is whole.
Every night’s as an eternity’s long.
Do you recall the oath you gave me?
I remember every single uttered word.
My heart is cold like the desert I see.
The feelings are calling, have you heard?
The woman’s golden locks are shifting
moved by an icy gust of air.
Her searching mind stops drifting,
as the wind’s howling turns from despair.
Her eyes, they glitter with a brilliant smile,
as fog moves swiftly in over the moor.
The spring world’s mesmerized all the while,
by sudden snowflakes making war.
Her eyes are locked in the distance
and 'round her the world freezes slowly.
Out on the moor she sees a mirage dance
and, paving the way, the snow falls lowly
Puzzling, the moment, for those not in the know,
but her eyes can see beyond the veil.
And behind the fog, born of traitorous snow,
waits the one that she needs to heal.
So the threads of cold thin before her eyes;
revealing that which she’s waited so long for.
The man she loved under those once upon skies,
the one she’s bound to by magic and lore.
She recalls the strength in their loving still,
all those glorious nights of their youth.
And in his bearing she can plainly read his will -
his feelings are the same then, forsooth.
On the cold moor, where two worlds collide,
they trade whispers and vows of forever.
Despair and love, so strong on each side,
and renewed hope from this time together.
But the time the veil can be parted is not long
and before they know it the end is in sigh.t
No time for goodbyes, as the fog rolls in strong
and spells away that midwinter night.
Now, the snow is melted from this magical place,
which they both left those eons ago.
But as I stand here, I still remember his face
and the life that I cherished so.
For I’ve lived thousands of lives since that life,
but still I can not let him go.
