23 July 2011

The Silver Swan

In the glittering light of the winter moon – there he floats ...
the swan in his silvery gown.

His neck craned to sing the last song.

The song of eternity, of life ... of death.

Bravery be called the companion of the silver swan,
and his canto will be the last ...
listen – what an enchanting tone!

In the pale light of the moon there we listen to the song of eternity,
finally understand the fugacity of our being.

Softly the canto dies away ...
away ... away ...

Silent and still the lake now lays ...
no sound – no single blast.

There a single feather swims ... softly on the rippled surface,
a mere memory of life and its sense.

The sense of living and to enjoy it,
the sense of loving and to allow it,
the sense of taking life as it comes,
the sense of experiencing the sense of life ...

In a moonlit night softly sounds ...
the song of the silver swan!

January 9, 2009 - Copyright since 2009 - Tricia Danby

21 July 2011

The land of fate

In the soft light of the candle I sit and my mind is wandering through the valleys of time.

My soul is searching for the one resembling me the most. On my way through the valleys and over the hills I meet several people and I look at them searchingly, if it is the one my heart and my soul are looking for.

So many people I meet and everyone close who is accompanying me seems connected with me. A silver band can be seen when we look close enough though. Soulmates we are somehow and hand in hand we walk together for a period of time until we have to part again to go our own way.

We have to walk alone a while to feel that it is important not to forget that although we might not see our companions they are still there, as we never walk alone.

Wandering through the valley of hope I am and far away I just thought I did see a familiar looking man. My soul cried out as it never did before and my heart did beat so fast it nearly made me fall.

I shook my head and did not want to believe and soon I wandered over the hills of grief.

Again and again I did see the image of him but my reality stroke back, made me think of other things.

My soul though knows now that he is there ... behind those valleys of despair. It led me through this emptiness, guided me through the swamps of loneliness.

My heart got burnt on the mountain top called "agony" and my feet stumbled in the town named "melancholy".

Now I wander on my road of life and my head I hold up high before I bow with a deep sigh.
I bow before the light of love, shown to me by an angel from up above.

My soul now cries and my heart it sings, I know now it is love that always wins.

"Love for yourself is the key to the lock that opens the gate you are now standing before ..."

This the angel spoke to me and with a smile he handed me the key.

The key in my hand, here I stand.
I've opened the gate to my wonderland.

All my companions are standing by my side and are smiling at me full of pride.

As one we step through the gate ...

"Welcome in the land of fate!"

Written:  May 21, 2007 - Copyright - Tricia Danby

I adore

Without romance my life would be nothing
Without love my life would be a mess
Without being myself …
Life would not be worth living

Without … without …

I wonder often enough …

Without … without …

Why should anyone want to be without romance?
Or love?
Or being themselves?

Why … why …?

Why are there so many people in the world …
looking devastated, empty and gray?


Why is it said by so many people that love is a mess?
Why do so many persons think that romance is overestimated?
Why is it often the case that people just do something without listening to their dreams, wishes and longings?

So many questions … so many.

I want to have romance in my life!
I need love and sometimes even with a mess
I am longing for being myself
… as life should be worth living for me

I want … I need … I am longing …

Reaching out my hand for those things,
grabbing peace, trust and believe.
Clinging to shelter, protection and company.
Embracing mercy, kindness and surety.

With all those things … and even more

We all can say: I ADORE

I adore my life with romance
I adore my life with love
I adore me being myself
as my life is worth living!

Copyright since April 12, 2010  - Tricia Danby