Streaming down brightly in a dazzling torrent of colour,
As I sit under the pale blue sky and wonder,
Rays of Aetherial fire, scintillating illumination,
Are these beams of astral light the soul's emancipation?
Here by a gushing stream upon a sun-warmed rock I sit,
Gazing at the current my eye catches flashes of scales sunlit.
Of fish beneath the rippling surface, of salmon held in place,
By the flow of the water as it swirls and ripples on its race.
Ever flowing and never stopping in the chase towards the sea,
The river is like the sands of time which ran away from me.
Like memory in the distance swelling and rolling on ocean waves,
The water travels ever forwards vanishing like the dreams my soul craves.
I used to lay upon this rock and watch the birds wheel, turn and play,
In the days of past green summers before I felt the touch of Arkay.
I am a shadow waiting in the sun for my turn to join old loved ones gone,
And I ask myself what went wrong for I have been sitting here far too long.
Yet wait here a while longer I must, until the music call vibrates the shimmering motes of dust,
As it swirls and glitters in its fall, a gentle movement pleasing to a soul devoid of lust.
Sometimes I lay still and listen, straining my ears as I await the heavenly sound.
Yet all I ever hear is the stream, the sound life or the silence of light falling to the ground.
The moonlit nights when the wind sighs like my soul are the loneliest of all,
The star's twinkling high above, cold and uncaring as I long for Shor's hall.
But the beckoning may never come and I remain separated, an eternity apart,
For I did not die in glorious battle but alone, forgotten, of a broken heart.
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I am just grateful that the TT community have given me a... more
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Probs, thanks mate