~ Whispers ~

 

 

Whispers in my mind, whispers so kind,

A shadowed scenery, a quest for dark poetry,

An endless adventure without a signature,

An epic, drama unfolding, not heroic, and fading.

 

A flat rock bouncing off the surface of the lake,

My thoughts bouncing off more than I can take,

Songs and dances by the shore, a fire so bright,

Until morning, light replacing the heat of the night.

 

Laughter and festivities till dawn sets over hill,

Finished now, but can you hear their echoes still ?

Freedom, bodies enflamed, taboos being broken,

Frontiers being put down to a territory forbidden.

 

Daydreaming, an evil curse laid upon my soul,

For being me, for being free, for not wanting...

to fit the mold.

Coral 2004/01/28

This was written after an argument with a friend over the fact that I've seen my soulmate in my dreams since I was little. Told me I was just wasting time on fantasy and poetry. Well, I lost a friendship but she was wrong. I still dream, and lately, more and more often. I cannot see her, never could, but I know we lived together. More than one lifetime. I recall roman times, medieval times and a time that I can't put a date on. All I remember of that one is that I was a druid - the medicine man of the village. BelfGra'Am was my name. Yes, I still dream. Holding her in my arms by the lake, underneath that marvelous tree. I can see her robe. I can smell her scent. I can feel her love. And for the very first time since I was born, I feel we are about to reunite.