Thoughts

[Silent Visitor]

Tarsakh, 5th

Will the prayers be heard out and beyond the veil?
How will my purpose stand if prayers and words fail?
Will they hear a cat's plea?
And you, Dancing Lady?

[Silent Visitor]

Tarsakh, 10th

My steps are missing their shadow.
A void, leaving my heart hollow.
I pray he treads a cautious path
Hence kept me in silence he hath.

The birds have stopped their flight.
Without him how to keep the fight?

[Silent Visitor]

Tarsakh, 12th

On my lips is a smile
A light has been returned.
And I hope not out-burned.
I will watch, lend my wile.

I am still missing him...
My smile is tainted, grim.

I wandered out tonight.
Walls wouldn't fit my plea.
Did the Oak Father see?
I pray, I hope, I write.

[Silent Visitor]

Tarsakh, 22th

I see two roads ahead. On each path, a man stands.
A third observes, worried, I cannot let him help
I can't give him the keys. I hope he understands.
At my heels, haunting me, I can hear my past yelp.

I remember the rage, all too well
Words of fears echoing mines.
Weakness.
I remember the pain, all to well.
Words of doubts blurring the lines.
Loneliness.

I feel that at some point I will have to reach out.
And the bird at my side? I cannot let him down...
I hope the paths can meet but I fear to find out.
My heart's beating two ways and I feel I could drown.

Doubts. Growing from doubts. Always.
Can he reach back to me, even?
Questions. Fuel for thoughts. Ablaze.
Can he come back to me, even?

[Silent Visitor]

Mirtul, 5th

I chose one path ahead,
And I am burning,
I chose with heart and head,
Yet I am burning,

Will I rise anew
From the bird's ashes?
With the morning's dew,
Cured of past bruises?

Patience. Heal.
Not yet ready for more.
Temperance. Feel.
Time may unlock the door.

[Silent Visitor]

Mirtul, 12th

The tides of fate,
Ended the wait.
And I am smiling.
In a shiver, thrilling.

Change, hope. A bit more healing.
I can resume the dance,
Sweet taste, Intoxicating.
Careful to keep my stance...

[Silent Visitor]

Mirtul, 13th

The twelves are for the smiles
And pauses from the guiles.
Thirteens are for worries...
And for facing duties?

A curse has been lifted,
The one of absence too.
I can breath, elated...
Somehow I shiver, too.