Friday, January 26, 2007

Remember, Remember




In the darkness of the sky
A million instant stars shall fly
To keep the masses entertained
But will the meaning be explained
Of what the explosions signify
Will any of them wonder why
The sky is lit just once a year
With brilliant light to bring them cheer

The coloured lights exploding high
Exploding stars to signify
The past treason of this man
Who believe enough to make a stand

If Guy had gotten his own way
On that olde November day
The corrupt house of parliament
Would have received punishment
Instead there was no boom, no bang
And Guy was condemned to hang
In martyrdom his idea lives on
His name and deeds still going strong
In the hearts of those who do remember
Why we celebrate the 5th night of November

Following the Green

She stands staring into the forest
But the Hunter has departed
He has vanished deep
Into the Heartland
Into the woodland
She could follow though
She would not find a trace
He has passed through and
Passed on
A shade of movement
Silent Undetected
No pathway scuffed by his two feet
No leaf or branch disturbed
There is no trace
There is no trail
He has passed through and
Passed on

Into the Otherland

Just this morning

I went walking

In the Garden of my Mind

A hundred scents greeted me

A thousand petalled faces smiled

A single leaf was shed for me

Falling to the footsteps of my heart

I met a man under a tree

He smiled in greeting

Dressed in pants of green

Shirt of white

His skin Dark. Olive.

His eyes sinking blue

I am Valdinore

I would be your guide

I would partner you in the dance

His third baffled me

I knew of no dance

I heard no music

The music is inside

He replied

Answering

An unspoken wondering

He took my hand

He held me

As we turned and twirled

My feet finding the melody before my mind

We danced for hours

Never tiring

The tempo falling and rising

Without bidding

It was the music of life

The melody the tune of my soul

He knew the music

He knew the dance

He would teach me

Guide me

Lead me

Hold me

In the coloured garden of thought

I found the soul symphony already playing for me