The Mask

The Mask..

Alone now with thoughts so deep

The mask she lets slip her eyes does weep.

Her sorrow shows, her head she bows

With memories of love that knew no bounds.

By day her life she tries to fill

At night she roams, and feels the chill

Of Moonlight shadows by a church

Her heart does race, it gives a lurch

She sees her name it’s etched in stone

As through the vale of mist she roams

She knows not where to lay her head

She knows not, that she is dead

But haunts the place, where she were Wed.

Her lover now no longer found

She haunts the Woods she cries out loud

Oh where oh where

IS

LOVE!

The Mask she wears is from the Ball

Where she did dance within the Hall

Where she once laughed and Sang with glee

And on that fateful night did flee.

She thought her love would keep her warm

Until that night, of memories scorn

She ran in fear into the wood

Upon where she fell in pool of Blood.

Oh where oh where

Is

Love..

 By Dreamwalker

©  Dreamwalker  2010 All rights reserved.

Butterfly

Butterfly

Butterfly, Butterfly, Dancing on the breeze

You flit through the heavens, and among the trees

You fly through the air, like a leaf upon the wind,

Tumbling and turning, beating your soft wings

The meadow is your haven, with flowers of nectar sweet,

I watch you fly to heaven, while I sit upon my seat.

Your message of transformation, as I let go of old

And I watch your new freedom as I ask to be bold

My sorrows held within me, as again I give a sigh

You hypnotise me with your beauty, as you fly on by

You whisper in my ear, to trust in all that’s good

For your lifespan is so precious, so live it as we should

You never waste a moment, searching for your mate

For time for you is limited, yet here I hesitate.

Teach me to trust and let myself fly free

And push away the dark clouds, and let myself be me

The Daisies are many, gathered all around

Each one pure perfection, pushing through the ground

They nod their heads together, all in unison

Their fragrance on the wind, smiling at the Sun.

Nature at her best, she neither worries nor does toil

She just keeps on growing, and pushing through the soil.

And even when the ground is hard with all the frost

The flowers push on upwards, and nothing is ever lost.

And so my Butterfly, as at last you’re flying free...

Of caterpillar’s drudgery, of munching under tree

I know you hold a lesson for all of us to share

Your wings are made in heaven and are beyond compare.

And when we see your beauty, we’re reminded of all good.

How each can transform our lives, learning how to love.

So flit around the world, and spread your love and light.

For when I see you on my path.. Then I know I’m alright.

By  Dreamwalker.

©  Dreamwalker  2010 All rights reserved.

Mystical

Mystical

Mystical, Magical, Delving Deep.

Mother Earth for all to keep.

Fairies ,Elves and Leprechaun,

Hidden hideouts for Unicorns.

Creepers and Vines and Honey Bees

Birds that flit from tree to tree.

Water that gurgles in yonder brook

A Place to gather one’s thoughts and look.

Peace is a haven to share and shine,

Is this place of long ago forgotten time..

By Dreamwalker..

Time

Time…………

When that moment arrives we all at some point reach a stage where we sit still and ask the inevitable question..

 Why?

For some of us the time may be too late, for others the times has come, and the opportunity to seize this has passed, alas it is however never too late, for there is never any better time than NOW..

When this time comes, it will be with trepidation a realization that for all the materialism in this world there is a greater need, a need to fulfilment a need to be oneself…

The trepidation is the newness of experience, a time when all that you are becomes self evident, all you know is made clear and the picture you paint all through your life becomes who you are, therefore, we are all a part of something bigger, a part of a grander place that reveals itself through our actions, in what we do, for love is nothing, if we do nothing with that love. the realization is that unfolds before you is the beginning, a time when you may view the self with difference, a time when everything you have learned and understood comes together and starts to make resounding sense, or in part make your journey one of meaning.  

Dreamwalker