Embrace The Music, I've started a poem. Keep it rollin'...

I've got a room with a door
I'm having trouble leaving anymore
There are beams of sunlight running down the walls
And I try to sleep to make sense of it all

I'll keep in touch in the meantime
While I fool around, living this life
Well I assure you I will be just fine
In my box of a room where nobody dares to climb

While all the lights are burnt out
On the other side of town
I can't sleep looking back
I'll walk the hundred miles
Just to fall face first at her door
Underneath her window at the top of the world

the morning

Hear the war drums calling
See the warriors falling
The mountain's mist rolls through the dale
Masking the horrible wail

The smell of the forests burning
A sense that the tide is turning
Go run for the river shall guide you
And shelter you all way through

Sleep, my child for I'll find you there
Sleep, my child and you never fear
For the drums of war shall sound in the deep
And I'll be with you, my child...sleep

Feel the earth a trembling
Leave this land remembering
Your father met their swords with his sword
And mind my every word

Sleep, my child for I'll find you there
Sleep, my child and you never fear
For the drums of war shall sound in the deep
All I'll be with you, my child...sleep

I'll always be with you, my son
Now, sleep

I'm afraid that's all I'll post for now...I'm exhausted!

the artist dissected

if i could paint a painting of words
each line a brushstroke of love
no fear of mistake or rumors unheard
but assurance of sunlight above

i hear all the words
and i see what i've made
and i'm happy, fulfilled to be here
all the songs i've not heard
lest my hearing doth fade
where i find her, the muse, walking near

in all that i see, a walk on a bridge
in the lamplight with rain falling slow
cold breaths in the night on the wavering wind
will awaken the dreams from below

drip...drip
the rain falls down
and lingers upon my furrowing brow
drip...drip
the tears start to drown
my worries and fears here and now

rain falling down on our back porch
trickles slow to the muddy grass
i know it don't look like much
but it keeps her captive like a flaw in glass

if you should ever spy her wondering
'round these streets by the moonlight
shimmering all around her
is she real or is she fantasy?

as the days get shorter
she loses sleep on nights like this
when cryin's the only part of her day
she thinks she's happier that way
she happens to feel better
today

From where did we come?
And where are we going?
My questions seep through the fog
Into the sun

Too deep to fall forward
The circle is complete...

The circle...

...Needs more

What do you find, when you peer into the fog?

about "The Artist Dissected"

Wow! NICE image of the muse Almost makes me think of Na Bean Sidhe. Lost in a world where one is happiest when sad.

Yeah, I was thinking about adding more to that last one...

Its always great to get feedback on poetry! "The Artist Dissected" was sort of this whole theme running through my head at the time, don't know really where it come from, but I sure know that is related to certain bittersweet attributes of life!

Okay, here's a fuller vision of "The Circle"

From where did we come?
And where are we going?
My questions seep through the fog
Into the sun

Too deep to fall forward
The circle is complete...

The circle...

...remains complete
What falls under my feet
When I walk through the mist?
My dreams come into view
Time and time again

But as I seek my answers
I smile at the rising sun
And realize all has purpose
And our time here is short

And I appreciate...
My time here, and my friends
The loved ones so dear
And the revolving winds

Now the fog has cleared
And I am once again whole
Where I was blind and dead
I have started to breathe

Anew...binding the circle
The circle is one

the song of the bards

from the silk roads they rode on dark steeds
bearing the lyre and the drums
they brought their songs through war and love
until they met the gods above

green rivers and streams flowed gently
as they walked beside their fate
lonely songsmiths long ago
listen to the rivers flow

for seven years they trod the roads
and climbed over mountains tall
where the valley was empty and peaceful
there they made their resting homes

they told their stories in the moonlight
they told their stories in the firelight
they sang the songs through the dark night
they sang the songs through the midnight

into the mists of erin
they made their abode
and through the forests and vale
on their steeds still rode

watching the stars they rode on
from village to village
telling their stories and singing songs
all they studied and all they knew

spill the water, spill the wine dear
fill the flagon, fill the flagon here
drink to life and drink to health
drink to life and drink to death

after years of lone existence
the armored men came riding
they brought their swords and burning
and turned the lands into hell

they conquered all and pushed away
all the knowledge gathered
they watched it fall, the lonely people
the people of the stars

see the bleeding, hear the crying
spill the wine and fear the burning
take these words with you and run away
take these words with you and remember

Very pretty image Reads well too. I'd shorten some of the lines by a syllable myself. Just personal opinion though

What's messed up about that last piece is that I was hearing it through two different Iona songs during the Iona hour last night! Kinda cool, but I do see what you mean there. Always room for improvement!

m' lady from the heavens

her voice was faint in the winter's fog
waiting for m' lady to come
to edge of the shore where i stood
in a long boat made of ashen wood

her skin was pale in the morning light
i never spied such wondrous beauty
and in her hair were the may flowers bright
shining over the waters of bremenway

the voice of an angel a long, long time ago
reached out to greet my cold lips in the winter snow
upon her steed through the mountains she strolled
alongside m' lady from the heavens

nice image although it get's a little blurry at the end as to who is where in the scene.

I enjoy reading your work very much, hal