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[Dhamien]

I haven't written anything is so god damned long ... I can't even remember the last actual writing I did. I'm not entirely sure I don't have a thread here lurking around buried in the archives of pages that haven't been perused by anything more than dust and lost souls in years, and so I decided that rather than flip through 50+ pages of threads to possibly come up with nothing, I'd start fresh.

Again, I haven't written in a very long time. So please, be gentle.

And please, don't feel the need to talk my writing up if you don't like it. I write because I feel the need, not because I need validation. But I do welcome any and all commentary, and appreciate any time taken to read my work. I hope it is not dissapointing, but again, I felt the need, and so the words came.

This poem came to me, while I was thinking of someone very near to my heart, and I dedicate this writing to her. She knows who she is, and maybe one day I'll be able to put her name on it, as she was the inspiration for it, and since this is the first time I've actually been able to write without struggling or forcing it in over a decade, it is very special to me.

Anyway, enough rambling.


Home

In the darkness of a moonless night
stars shine like holes punched through
a dark veil to give your eyes sight

Deep in the shadows of this hollow
the fae dance to the tribal drums beat
motions so fluid and hard to follow

The thrum of music vibrating through you
drawing you deeper through the darkness
their voices singing you should continue

Deep inside the hollowed dark wood
the music pounding all around you
whispering promises as a lover would

A glimmer shines through the bleak
pulsing white gently through the haze
guiding you towards what you seek

As you approach a willow of purest white
a shimmer in the air glints around you
twisting and flashing into a heavenly light

A meadow surrounds you hidden away
forgotten by all but the most ancient memory
a fiddlers tune pleads that you might stay

Here is where I have waited for so long
for I could not stay in our home
the memories there were far too strong

In this place I have dreamed of this day
when you might find me here waiting
that we may return home to the bay...

-Dha

[Vice]

I think its a very good piece Dha. The flow is enticing and leads you, it fits very well with the content and the imagery while being beautiful also has a discordient sense which shouts of a place of two realms. Very very well written.x

[Dhamien]

I think its a very good piece Dha. The flow is enticing and leads you, it fits very well with the content and the imagery while being beautiful also has a discordient sense which shouts of a place of two realms. Very very well written.x

Thank you Vice, coming from you that means a lot. Thanks for reading.

[KellyScarletRakoczy]

The poem itself has a fae quality to it...like a light I want to follow into the deep wood. It glamours, it seduces and begs for resolution. Well done, Dha.

[Idnaceus Crow]

I must agree...beautiful...do continue... Or find those archives...I'm sure the Darkness would enjoy them as well...

[Dhamien]

Thank you Kelly, Crow. I will continue, once I find the inspiration to do so.

Well, I have my inspiration ... my muse is never far from me. I just must find the time and energy to sit down and apply the pen to paper again.

Thank you again.

[Vice]

incidentally, I found the archive

[Vice]

The poem itself has a fae quality to it...like a light I want to follow into the deep wood. It glamours, it seduces and begs for resolution. Well done, Dha.

Do you know, I have never given much thought to actual 'glamouring' until recently. I'm well aware of the influencing of energy over others, and vice versa. I've had some interest for some time on the effects of music and sound over the mood and experience of others. Also astral. Glamouring though, has always been something I have not really looked into.

That said, I agree for one, that this poems discordient tangent, springs to mind glamouring, the altering of experience by a small amount which is gigantic enough to differ the experience to that of the obvious surroundings.

Sometimes the aura and energy of a person can vibrate at such a pitch, find source in the eyes, and still the air - revealing vision that lies 'between' worlds.