Land of Untold and Dreams to be told... }i{

I have not drowned only merely succumbed

Diving to the greatest depths again of the ocean calling 

Impossible possibilities wished and worked

Something else, something old but oh, so new 

A sirens call, whispered dreams to be found

Stranger dreams and inspired creations

Inside of me I see and hear all, near and far                 
Currents of chaos and constant motions threaten 

Pulling emotional tidings with a flow 

All the while it twas the earth, not the moon like I thought

The ocean called and twas the Earth I found

Sink or swim, drown or float

Does not matter, the sky holds all afloat

Imaginations and Truths die and are Reborn

Evolution prevails, always yearn for more

Adventure is the Inspiration of Evolution

Re/Evolution is the tree of Life 

The tree of Life too has a name

All needs and has its very own word

All things require a name for it to be heard

Transcendence is its name and Wisdom it fruits

Tis your choice which wood you use

Knowledge grows within and without

An ache grows from the blood

It has a story to tell the bones

Cut to the core through the rings the trunk bears

Stories the tree has lived and told adorned by nature of an older age

Nestled within trees favoured by creatures 

A home and a nest, babies and eggs

Transcendence we call a new way and Life

Evolution requires Transcendence to learn new form

Transcendence from Evolution is required for new form

Apples are knowledge this we know

When sliced in half two stars are revealed

Never fear to find what is hidden within

The apples star were once long ago 

My very favourite treasure

Adventurous and skilful, feisty is my temper and very wilful

My magicks glamour the earth and glitter the sky with oceanic proportions

A lighthouse strong and proud, is never left out in the cold alone

Lonely souls to guide the adventurous travellers and Truth keepers

Once ignite, instead become the brightest of lights

Brightest stars of the endless night

The strongest of torches to light the way

Those who wish to find theyr way through storms or dark night

Sequestered within tucked away deep inside

 Hidden by choice and tucked safely inside

Quietly resides the deepest and darkest side of me

Against the currents wildly I thrash, longer it is before I find the shore

Flow with the currents, drifting happily along I swim home knows the way

Plummeting the depths, riding the sands of time

Nevermore eroded by the hands of time

Adorned with seashells within thine hair

Darts of truth, life and love 

Shoot from her sardonic mouth gracefully

Naught but Love does she Be or need

To tell a truth from a lie, and to never harm another she doth spout

Button-like eyes that do not close from the land, water or sky

With these eyes theyr is only beauty to see

Vivid and bright, painted blue like the ocean

Lighted within by flecks of coral

With delicate ears it tis the ocean, land and sky she hears

Around her waist she has for herselfe tied

The finest red ribbon, with a bright sparkly bow

That can be undone but never shall fray

Flowered vines interwoven amongst the branches,

A fabric of intricity, a crafted wovened delicate web

Envisions of the Creations that are sweetly made

Mystery and Mythos and a new time shall tell

Patterned outlay, means nothing to an untrained eye

Its form, the design of obstacles discovered

Tried and true an avid journey, the seeker and its path

Veins the colour of the oceans darkest blue

Held within by delicate skin

Feet are strong, hands are light

Tis the soul that doth ignite

Ocean and Forest

Sky and Bird

Spoken wordes create magick just like that

Musical keys sung to a whimsical tune and melody

Sweetly played notes give way to the correct tone 

For those who play the pan flute song

If one does find an opening within the misted vale

Come, but only enter the hidden realm with innocence and mirth

Tis not a door you should open with a heavy knock

Tis the faery veil, ever so gently parted can reveal

Treasure hidden and woven safely within

Stronger than anything any human ever wrought

Delicately woven dreams forged by the dreamweaver

Nature has spun with beauty more finer and precious than gold

So sweet is the woeful song that was once a tragedy

Beautyfull memories mark the words and vision 

Created masterpieces symbols of past, present and future

Sung to the song of the tune of the song that played

Drawing out the long hidden words 

Recalling the forgotten dreams never told

Outlaying new dreams hoping to be 

Memories crafted strong enough to stand the tests of the mind

Carved deeply to withstand the length of time

Creation without passion is such a mundane thing

Forevermore is a Life lived with passion, Evermore 

Legacy from dreams and creations

Melancholy Nevermore, raven does call

My tragic romantic heart lives forevermore

Fiery convictions and tellings of the tried and true

Symbolism and inbetween meanings

The language the fae once knew

Freedom is a penchant and a life for the adventure

The internal longing of the Heart always knows

Do not fear if you know not where to go

Dream strongly, wisely and well

Something forgotten over time, is always remembered

Belief is the Key, the door cannot open without

Do not fret nor worry if time forgets

The wise never forget, only become tired over time

Rest and care is what is needed to be remembered

If you have displaced your memory

Two simple things to help you remember

Tis only a nightmare if one does not know

It is only a dream if one does not know how

Everything you shall ever need

Is found within and without nature and you

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and all is beautyfull

Beware lovely souls

Eyes are also the place where greed can be shown and found

A creation birthed is a Legacy 

A lil bit of hope and belief is all one needs

Happy are they, well lived and wrought with Love

Thus the Dream remains to stay 

Becomes a Legacy to be loved by the future borne

Creations manifest are the happiest and most loved

Of the Dreams luscious and fulfilled or barren or bare 

The bravest of souls who ever have dared

Are the very ones who believe in the power and magick

Those who dare face the burning and release

Desire tempered with action is a madness

That manifests dreams into wake

Rampant loud ghosts of night

If ever keep you awake

Be only unmade dreams, haunting thee

Haunting thee like silkened caresses

Nothing more, nothing less

Unformed creations make love to unimagined Dreams

Mythos and realities, only with Love can they be conceived.