melliyna

Phantoms engulf my very soul, Eldritch fog that twists, twines and wreaths the creeping, crouching boulders possessed by the wind I become part of this eerie tableaux And the mountain is I. Reluctant feet walk me away from the heartland of the summit The fog spirits follow, Hissing and Swirling, until the mighty sun brandishes his great spear And they are banished back to their cage. The phantoms, wind and fog leaves me empty. The elegant greens, browns and blue flowers that embroider the forest carpet and frame the flowing water that cascades, free as unbound hair confirms only to mortal strictures, expectations of beauty The summ

So? The way I think of you, stretched against me. Skin to Skin in a pleasurable daydream Of possession and other such Terms of endearment So... This statement of intent Invades my dreams, my body Being taken over...surrendering was never meant to be desired... So. I am not not what I should be Not what I appear. On the surface I have no desire So...?

Mountains Gritty Rigid, grey devoid of life Bushes cling to frowning hills Sombre sentinels peering down Lonely wonders Seen to be believed Down in the undergrowth Bursting with colour Pieces of Elvendom in this grey twilight Long lost glimpse of the world we lost Clinging to existence through the centuries. TROPICAL ISLAND Breezy Relieve the humidity Light thick Blue pools filled to brim Tropics morning Feel the pressure of the light Brown skinned hunks ogled by white tours On show Moisture on the bottles Brollies peek from bright drinks Thick green fronds provide shelter From thickness to the light of the tropi

I know the ancient mysteries Of the oak, ash and green grove I know the wisdom of the stars Oh Isles of homeland, Isles of my soul Forever does my heart reside Upon your shores My heart is in the forest, The sea, the earth and the plain My heart in the Isles I know the ways of mystery I know the land and sea I know the soul of Celyrnn And I will always return Where ever I go, Wither I wander Far from my land I will keep the ancient mysteries I will keep to the Isle I have been cruelly used I have been hurt beyond compare But I shall keep to the Isles, The land and the sea The ancient mysteries

The way… It snakes in dusty grey lines, Past gums, wire and dry tears Of a sky long forgotten by rain The way… Bitumen, tipped burning hot On dirt and rock This, the mark of modern nations The way… CD player blares from the tin shell A car, screaming its way forward In a never ending procession The way… Hours stretch along the road And, dust, dust is everywhere And the world blurs The way… Lemmings Running forward, backward In the hurry to get from A to B The way is open now