Monday, 9 July 2018


A dark wind cometh.

have you heard the darkness sing?
for sing the darkness does.

like a nightingale at twilight 
singing at the moon above.

she whistles on those cloudy nights,
she dances through your drain,

And plays her ghostly tune upon your window in the rain.

~smogford.blogspot.com
‘in a moment of tangible unreality;   born of strange and wondrous aspect’  
Time itself comes to life; 
And ceases to flow. 
and a boy in a room with a piano 
turns to you. 
And speaks in a voice; 
 laced with more than mere words. 
An anomaly that burns into existence in a wave of fire; 
‘a wave of dragons fire that resonates infinitely within your very soul.’ 
“Beware, sweet page-walker. 
for the path that lies ahead 
is not one for the faint of will,  
For it delves into the Far-Beyond, 
past the Ethereal realms, 
And into archaic secret truths of the infinite cosmos.” 
This is; Composed in Fire;    
   
a world adrift in stars;    A dream composed in song.       and a boy with hair that glowed an ethereal white,         
Skilful hands dance a tempo of passion and fire;    a proud and ethereal ballad that ignites the soul.   
   faster the fingers dance;    their conductor lost in the music;   an inferno that grows in the heart as though if he were to keep playing his song would burst into this realm  in an intensity of whispered echoes reverberating through the soul    
             
But in that world...   
   a world where unchained heart took true form    where music was the worldly incarnation of the soul itself.       In that world;    
the music;    
that fiery dance of the aether   
It came to life.    
Flaring into being in a wave of fire and song    A ballad of wonder composed of dreams    bursting into golden-fire   fire composed of childhood-stars     those stars of golden memory we once knew    that infinite wonder at the magic in our world    those warm and homely feelings of safety in a mother's arms    and that pure and golden fire we once knew in young lovers eyes       to not laugh out in whooping, teary cries of overwhelming awe as the sound unlocks these forgotten wonders you never knew you had lost. (For they hide in the roots of memories; at the very depths of our souls) was impossible;       'Did I reach her...'       The boy plays his soul in a wave;    His love composed in light and fire.      'And then she felt it' 
A communication that was somehow more than thought,    
beyond speech,    
beyond music or any other worldly conveyance known to man.    
But what could only be described by way of words alone;    
As a wave of pure, musical radiance;    
an anomaly that materialized within a sensation close to what we'd call love or hope.    
A moment of such raw passion and wonder that to know it was to know music in its pure and singular essence.       And for but a moment,    two souls;  
Worlds apart;  had become one.        


Sunday, 8 July 2018

Music of life


 The worlds wonders come to life 
stars fall around you

In the darkness  in the light
Ying and yang are parts of life
In that place of evertime
Inthe words that rhyme
They come to  life across the page
And take us away to beter days

The lonely wanderer hears a whisper

In ponderous thought
He wanders
Listening to the sound that the trees whisper
Of ancient days when they were young
Close your eyes  and hear it too
Listen close and you will see
That man who  walks
That man is me
Inspired by tegan

Saturday, 7 July 2018

Powerful

Powerful
Powerfull words
Fill you
An ethereal state of mind 
Beyond any concept of man to comprehend
Suffice to say it is like the stars are singing to you

Or the dark moon is calling you 


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The spirit of the rain



I can see you there 
In the rain
You are that sweet music on my window
That falls from the stars
Sweet healing to my pain

In the dark i see you hiding and wonder why 
Why i love you so much when you sing from the sky 

My shy and lovely maiden 
The spirit of the rain