A little something I wrote for use in one of my books. I didn't put in all of it, but I thought it would be better with more to it. It might be more a song than a poem, but whatever...
"I was born among the tall green grass, between the trees and hills,
I was bounced upon my father’s knee, with the creaking of the mills,
I slept and played and grew, in my home of old Thomtradill!
I listened long and deep, as the years did pass by me,
I sat and pondered sadly, sitting behind the expansive sea,
I watched white clouds lap the horizon, and wondered why only the birds are free.
I grew up in sweet Thomtradill, where the trees seemed alive,
I spoke long and deep, where things alive seemed to thrive.
I ran on through the eternal mist, at the top of mountains never gone,
I stood atop the many days, and watched things pass that now are gone.
I heard beautiful things sing songs, things that never did exist,
I listened long and deep, and remembered every word.
I fluttered past old patches, where the moon touched the sky,
I shuddered through dark nights, when the barley brushed the rye,
I muttered to old ghosts, when the angels sang ‘goodbye’,
I sang to the mountains, my voice echoed high,
I pondered across the many days, and listened to the world sigh.
I swam toward ages long since lost, when freedom traveled more,
I wondered why some things don’t die, when I was at death’s door,
I ran through canyons dark, where evil fingers scratched at dust,
I wandered toward an endless sea, where the whales forever swim,
I stopped and stared at other worlds bright, at last an end to my lonely quest.
But alas such journeys never end, not even when the living are dead,
I continued to walk, to the very edge of nothing and everything,
I passed along quiet deserted streets, in the land of the shivering,
I came upon things always lost, during the time of the delivering,
I rescued from eternal traps the dead and the quivering.
I sang songs with the gods, and played games with fate,
I shattered barriers put up long ago, to stop the troubles of late,
I screamed my pain, and made the mighty irate.
I let myself be held, and let whispers in my ear of “things are fine, my love,
“I never let my story end, for you are like a mourning dove,
“My words I always will defend, for you to live quite peacefully,
“In castles tall that touch the clouds, a rose I bring for thee!”
I traveled wide and far, to the place where the wind seeks,
I made a home among the stars, and found what the wind seeks,
I met a man once in the dark, and he told me that the dust speaks.
I sat alone on a dusty road, waiting to hear,
I never did and I never will, but what did that man hear?
I never met that man again, though I searched for many years,
I asked myself many times, what ages are gone and what ages draw near?"
