In the faces of the dead
I see the stars
Pale and shining, but not there
Higher, they are, higher above me
Where I cannot reach
But now they are free
In your eyes I see
the emptiness the stars live in
If there were no stars
I would have no hope and die too
But now you are stars-
This is a poem I found on my computer last night while looking for a scene between Flairé and Marteth that I wrote a long time ago. I mean, I wrote both the scene and the poem a long time ago, though I’m pretty sure the poem came first. I’m not sure who the speaker is, but it’s either Zela or Flairé. So I decided to put it up today, rather than a picture. It’s an overly poetic description of the Pacific Northwest in free verse (I think).
I have walked in sunlit forests
Where the only sound was my breath
The golden light was all around me
And life was golden in the silence
Earth and Water
Part I – The Earth
Distant thunder
A tremor in the bones and breath of the earth
Dread like a half-dreamed nightmare
Dark warhorses of the sky
Galloping, thundering along their predetermined path Continue reading