Cloudwalking

Cloud Walking

The winds roll down across the cloudless skies,

a lone plane drifts out into the blue searching

for clouds, no one knows what she will find

this day, no one knows where she will be when

she finds it, but the children stop in their play

to yell and wave anyway.

The world is wide, the expansive ocean’s hue

reflecting on the wings, the Lady’s Luck rides

the updraft, a lone seagull, the swallow’s cry,

she squints out through the sun filtered screens

looking for her islands, looking for their hope

looking for love in the heavens above.

Soon, the oceans of air give way to coasts 

so soft that when the mists reach out to tickle

the air-streamed body, her laughter is whisper

quiet, as the sun fades in down in the ghosts

of the night.

Dreams spin away, Her pilot sings the lullaby

to the children who wait down below, the stars

peeking around the clouds, as the rain begins

its descent, this is why she walked here in the

clouds, heaven sent.

copyright Mv2Studios 2016.

Morgan's Lament

                                                                                                                                                                   I was born to become a princess not another man's spouse.
live in a castle, not a cave or a windswept ruin of a house
I was going to live as a lady in a high tower safe from harm,
I was to be married to a gallant knight, my hand on his arm. 
Destiny be damned, if I must be the villain, then that is what I am. 

I had a father until your father betrayed and murdered him.
Oh how could the feys be so cruel, so macabre, so grim!   
I had a mother until you father deceived and stole her away,
He called it love, while I call it rape, what's more to say?
My mother wept, her children orphaned while we slept.

I had a brother until that mystic stole him from her breast.
Changed him into something I would grow in time to detest.
I had a brother who would come to be everything I hate,
All that should have be mine, His- ironic twist of fate!
The Age will come to an end, nothing left to defend.

I will have my revenge, for all that has been taken from me.
My name will be whispered in corners as children cry, flee.
I will have justice, the scales will be balanced eventually
No one will escape their doom, just you wait and see.
The crown will slip then fall, the bastard returns proud tall.

The loom will falter, the mirror cracks from side to side,
blood on the needle, the trickle will become the tide
traps were laid, plans carefully made and then betrayed,                                              
let the storm come over the battlefields dead and grayed
let the waters wash away my regret, I am determined, set.

I have never known what is was to be loved or to love as well
hold someone in my embrace, captured in a singular spell
I have never been touched with anything softer than a switch
having been called a whore, a wanton fool, a conniving witch
There will be no more tears, no more hope, no more fear.

I Remember You by Nightt-Angell, ©2011-2016 Nightt-Angell Deviant Art

Credit to Heather Dale for Mordred's Lullaby and just being an awesome Arthurian Songwriter.

For Teri Wilcox.

Teri, 

She is the moment between I love you and the echo of I know.

I want to say I cannot live without you in my life, but I do.

Whisper my name her eyes tell me, say the words I still hear

these are the breaths in which I am with her, this is her 

song, I want to hear.

Something like fate that pulled us together, the way

she held her hands around the coffee cup at the cafe in the

late evening air, a movie past, too brief a window to miss,

my own fears warring against my nature to engage closer

the shadow of doubt creeps the chills vying with the thrills

aim then ask, the rest of the night to come, I will remember this.

The song resounds in my head, "it was only one kiss," I 

reach out for consent, patience, be patient, let her make the choice

soft silken images, filter through my hesitations, the laughter

is there in her voice. 

Take the time, tell her, that it's all subliminal happenstance,

moving around her chair, the seconds before the music stops,

the table rocks, then she there with you, the return, the smile,

the touch, the idea, this is my dreams come true, drifting to

and fro, the twirl, the dance.

A Prayer for All those who have passed.

I will remember you, my love
when the moon is down, 
when the sun is behind the clouds
when the day falls into evening
when I feel the brush of your hand 
on my shoulder, the murmur of
your voice in my ears.
I remember you, my son
the sound of your feet
in the hall and kitchen
the shadow you cast 
in the morning light
as you came in from play
the cards you gave
these precious pieces
of paper that I save
I remembered you, mother
the flowers on your grave
the leaves turning orange
silences between the stones
the iced tea on the porch
long talks on the telephone
your wisdom when all else
failed to soothe my fears
I will not forget you, brother
the sacrifices you made 
for us through the years
all that you fought for 
how you lived and died
all the times I forgot to cry
My father, sister, friends gone
this is how I choose to hold
your memories, closely
like a locket on my chest
above my heart, the place
that I will remember all
those who made me try
to do my very best.


mv2studios 2016

Whisperwill

Twill the wisps, then twas not the silence at all,
the night slips slippery sloping as if the twilight
thus falls along the moonbeam that was not
as it once was but now creeps lavenderly 
by the soft satinish copper tones of sleep.
These words imagine themselves to print
the rain drop splotches of ink dip, dip 
sendings like the ripplerills ebbing away
into meticulous dreams shivering softly
across the ice cold sheets. I twon't tell
a soul she whispers along to my ears-
drum song a thumb thumping pong
to the tub tumbling trill I get when
her voice like lavender tickles my 
inner pollywongle something to twitch
I asketh my heart strings to reverberate
her warm repetitions in my sane
as if I can resuscitate the shadow
of activity that plays out in the 
diorama that is my brain.


copyright mv2studios 2016