Cu FaoilAwaken the sense of mystery, possibility, and compassionLong hidden behind a shield of cold and indifferenceMarching to face this brave new worldWith weapons of hope and loveLooking deep for the courage to fight a new fightMy soul releases its battle cryAs I charge towards the treasures of my heart.
The Memory of TreesI am seven, running among the treesSearching for a friendI am ten, running from the treesTrying to escape my shameI am thirteen, running to the treesHoping to hide from the lawI am sixteen, running around the treesRelishing the hedonistic joy of itI am nineteen, running among the treesLoneliness dogging my heelsI am twenty-two, running into the treesQuestioning my every decisionI am twenty-five, twenty-eight, thirty-oneLooking out the windows of what became my prisonWatching the trees stand sentinelKeeping all of my secretsI am thirty-four, running to the treesHoping to beg their forgivenessWanting to share my new hopesTimelessThey whisperWelcome back
Surrender to our desiresI woke up thinking of youIt happens more and moreYou cross my mind throughout the dayFilling me with a longingFor something I know will screw me upStill deciding if I should act on itThe desire that just seems to buildCraving what you can give meWhen it's all done, I'll be renewedMaybe I should...Just succumb to this needFor a nap.
Skyclad -edit-NothingEither given or takenWill ever diminish thisNor meClad in naughtBut the crimson of a sunset,The sparkling jewels of the stars,The pearly glow of dawnCloaked in the roiling grey rage of my storms
Half Sick of ShadowsThe heart of a girl sets encased in the shell of a womanWatching the world through cold dead eyesGentlyA hand was placed on her shoulderWhether to give or draw comfortShe never knewLacking the will to fightShe allowed it to draw her upAnd lead her along the pathThat earlier had not been thereA voice began speakingAnd with wonder she watchedAs all it said began to appearLooking so very much like her dreamsWith a dawning sense of aweShe continued to watchAs the barren winterscape surrounding themTransformed into an eternal springTinged with the glow of fallFeeling the warmthEmanate from this beingShe tried to draw closerHoping some of it might be sharedIn the pictures it spunShe heard the crashing of wavesOff the coast of an Emerald IsleShe saw a cottageSurrounded by dappled light and treesThe warmth of laughterRadiating from its open windowsSlowly washed over herMaking her want to become a part of itAllOnward they walkedSo that it may show her moreHer
PellucidKnots form in my stomachWhat had recently begun to thawNow has a covering of hoarfrostCrystalline tears try to fallFrom eyes to tired to cry