in morpheus lands

sister, oh where do you go when you dream,

do you travel to places that aren't what they seem,

do you dress all in satins of silver and gold,

forget for the moment you've ever been cold?

tara, who holds you inside the white hall,

with blue-gazing eyesight, slender and tall,

what is his passion, do you know his name,

is it a lover or some magick game?

(the ways of the weirding occur in the mist,

where no mortal eye sees the mystical tryst,

and danger can dwell in the morpheus lands,

with no hope of rescue from mere human hands.)

sister, for what on this earth do you care,

what is your calling and what can you share,

what in the world do you hope for in time,

and do you feel foolish, or sweetly sublime?

tara, he calls you with what silent word,

to blank out the silence and lying you've heard,

how does he hold you, with only his eyes,

is he a stranger, or friend in disquise?

(over the rainbow, the rules have no sway,

and far from the pain is so easy to stay,

but danger may strike in the morpheus lands,

with no hope of rescue from mere human hands.)

sister, how long will you be within sight

filling my sadness with clear golden light,

when will you fly from the madness and pain,

and when we are sane, will i know you again?

tara, believe that i know he is real,

and i know the confusion your fantasies feel,

and when you uncover the path to his door,

along with your heartbeat, my spirit will soar.

('twixt truth and fantasy, walls are quite thin,

but when love is perfect, then nothing is sin,

and danger will flee from the morpheus land,

with no need of rescue by mere human hands.)

sister, go now to the place where you dream,

travel to places that aren't what they seem,

dress lightly in satins of silver and gold,

forget for the moment you've ever been cold.

written by tara with parts by her friend b.a. barber

the dragons and the gryphons

one morn did i awake,

and sense fires in the sky.

i dressed and ran outdoors,

and raised my face toward the heavens.

i called to me my dragon, opalwing

and climbed aboard her back.

we found it was not in the heavens,

but on earth the battle raged.

gryphons attacking a kingdom

had been heard by the fearless dragons,

protectors of mankind.

they flew to meet the call.

away from the kingdom had they drawn them

into an open field, and there the battle raged

each dragon with its rider upon its back

did i join

our dragons did fly valiantly and we did slay

these evil creatures

til all lay upon the ground, dealt deathly blows

by our swords

our dragons did land and each rider went to collect

the gem within each gryphons talons

the riders reward

our dragons did dispose of them with their fire

and we all sat together to eat.

the riders, bread and cheese, clear water

the dragons of their spoils

and when the sun arose again

did we at last depart

the riders on their dragons backs

to each be carried home.

april 5th 2009

men in black suits

i wrote this a couple of years ago for a friend who's a musician. he wanted me to write him a song based on an idea. so i did :)

watching as the days pass by
existence is our only need
and yet we dream of things
that can never be
and cling to thoughts of hopelessness

islands we live on searching for the shore
listening to the sound of the waves
alone amidst the crowd
voices whispering inside our heads
of wonders that will never be

men in black carrying wooden boxes
filled with lives gone by, unsated
girls in dungarees sit next to lonely brides
and wait for the moment their grooms arrive

knights on white horses, lances in hand
carrying them off to a wonderland
waiting forever til that day
when the men in black suits

carry them away

waiting for the season to change

laying here, thinking
about how the seasons touch us
every season has beauty
and each sadness
sadness in the waiting

all of us feel the changes
the good and the bad
winter brings with it
great beauty, a blessing

then comes the bad
that time when it's neither
winter, nor spring
rain and cold, dreary
i get sad then

i'm waiting for spring,
the time of rebirth
walking and watching
for the birds
and the sprouting of new buds

when it comes, i will be reborn
in its perfection, the sadness will die
and i will walk for hours in it
walks in which i hear nothing
but...

the beautiful symphony of nature.
the song of the birds
the movement of the trees and grass
in the gentle breezes
adding to the symphony

the beautiful chattering of the squirrels
as they play
i'll stay up late in hopes
of hearing the hoot of an owl

sometimes walking all night
watching the sun set and rise
and at its rise, just before it there
is a beautiful moment

the sky is a colour of blue grey
i have never seen the like of
the world awakes right then
the air is moist with dew

there is a gentle breeze,
and the trees start to dance in it
as does the grass, the sound of their
movement part of the morning's symphony
the birds start to sing and the squirrels
begin to play, and at that moment

the symphony is perfection