Sithen of the Sidhe

on a quiet moonlit night
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing
I swear crystal bells were jingling
so I followed them to a clearing

In a field of four leaf clover
I couldn’t grasp what I had found
In my very own private forest
A fair dinkum faerie mound

I rubbed my eyes so many times
For I could not believe
In what was once a clearing
Stood a Sithen of the Sidhe

The grass mound that stood before me
Well it wasn’t there last week
Curiosity got the better of me
So I moved forth to take a peek

I have read so very many stories
and the fae aren’t always kind
but on that moonlit night
I think it slipped my mind

I knew I was not purely human
With my ears pointed like a pixie
but I still could not believe
That a Sithen had called to me

I lay my hand upon the mound
“Goddess, hear my plea”
the earth it gave a gentle sigh
and opened itself to me

a gentle light spilled forth
inviting me into the mound
I wasnt sure if I should go
until I saw the faerie hound

Often thought a harbinger of death
The Cù Sìth protects the weak
and there one stood before me
a giant green shaggy beast

with a thought I bid him ‘sit’
and without a pause he sat
I smiled and aloud I laughed
in my head, I thought ‘howzat!’

I knew then my life was not forfeit
the Cù Sìth would protect me
by this otherworldly creature
I was bid the Sithen to see

***this is very much a work in progress…. I have the distinct feeling its going to be an epic….

Dirty Hands

My hands may be dirty
But my heart is clean
Stained with another’s sin
Sullied by what I’ve seen

My Noir Hero

in the eyes of some
you are wrapped in darkness
a lone knight
on a private quest
always seeking
always watching
sword at the ready
to repell all
other’s see you
as the hero fair
charging in to save the day
always there to help
motives pure as driven snow
armour gleaming
sword at the ready
to defend all

I’ve seen you cloak yourself
to inspire dread
to mask your gentle nature
I’ve seen you without your mask
I’ve seen the knightly armour
gleaming brilliant white
before it was covered
in the tears of the innocent you protect
in the blood of the slain
in the mud of million battles
stained by a darkened soul

and therein lies your truth
ever kind
ever tough
ever gentle
ever strong
ever firm
ever fair
and no matter how
you may detest
and protest
you are my noir hero

in this moment

in this moment
you are everything to me
all I ever wanted
all I hoped we’d be
in this moment
you are mine to hold
to adore so gently
to love so bold
and only in this moment
I will love you without fear
for this is our moment
we’ve made that quite clear
for this very moment
was what it is meant to be
you and I, secluded away
for none other to see
the moment been and gone
it may come around again
but until another stolen moment
We remain simply friends

the man you are

For so long
Your opinion has mattered
And every time
I thought there was truth
Behind your cutting words
And I so badly wanted to change
To stop letting you down
But lately I have realised
That you are not the man
I had believed you were
You cannot face your life
Without blurring the edges
You cannot speak truth
Without hiding behind something
The man I thought I knew
Is not the man you are

Times like these

its times like these
I really wish you were near
Your innate wisdom
Is what i need to hear
Its times like these
I wish i could see your eyes
To see the truth written there
And something that makes me smile
Its times like these
I want to hold your hand
And share our stories
And know you understand
I wish for more than this
It brings me to my knees
To get caught up in a moment
In times like these

how much?

more than words can say
not as much as my eyes can express
with all that i am
but half of what i could be

when i was young and foolish
when i am old and grey

with all of my heart
with an unending passion
desire that burns my soul
an unwavering devotion

maybe not enough
to put up with your eccentricity
on any kind of substantive basis

but more than enough
for right now
and very possibly tomorrow too

with an amazing depth
and an astounding shallowness
simply and genuinely
discreetly and proudly

with each waking breath
with my dying sigh
in this life
and the next

words and actions

your actions speak volumes
that your words refute
whatever makes you comfortable
i see your truth

Hourglass

i feel the sands of time
Flowing ever fast
i count the numbered days
As they fly past
One moment i was flying
Happy and oh so high
Now i see dark clouds
And try not to cry
If the sand is running out
If my hourglass is done
At least i’ve loved with passion
And had so much fun

long road to ruin

i’ve walked a dusty and lonely road
when i could have driven with friends
i’ve answered the question with thirty words
when one well chosen would do
i’ve made the most painful choice
time and time again
never really learning
just repeating the same mistake
i’ve fell in and out of love
at the most inopportune times
taking pleasure in someones arms
when i should have found it in mine
i’ve taken the long way so many times
with its curves that never end
don’t care what intentions its paved with
i’ll make it there with the help of friends
i’m on the long road to ruin
on a journey that i needed to take
learning life lessons at every stop
coming through every mistake