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

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?

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

January until June

I once did write those short poems as a part of a challenge someone gave me on deviantArt in 2006 (goodness time is running)

January

Snow covered landscapes glistening in the winter light,
the Ice Queen’s dress is shining in bright daylight.

January is when the bears are fast asleep
and your feet sink in the fluffy white snow so deep.

A new dawn of year has just begun,
soft are the touches of the winter sun.



February

February starts with Brigid’s day
and the sun is sending its brightest ray.

This means the winter is fading away,
spring is softly calling on that February day.

Valentine sings his sweetest song,
and the lovers turtle all night long.

And should there ever by a 30st day,
we should celebrate this until the 1st of May.


March

In March we celebrate the awaking of the nature
and the little tiny lambs should stay on the pasture.

Ostara brings back the green upon the fields,
her Aurora breaks the late icy shields.

The eggs symbolize fertility,
and your lover will come – just wait and see!


April

April fool, you may be named,
burst out with laughter and don’t be ashamed!

The April Fool may hit everyone,
even your daughter or your son.

Pollen fly high in the air,
No time for sorrow or despair.

May

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
and the month is heralded by Beltane’s day.

The holy marriage is celebrated now,
you should honour the couple with a bow.

Take your time, dance and sing,
this is love – this is Spring!


June

June is the month of the midsummer’s night
when everything is bathed in a mysterious light.

Fairies dance and sing along
and sometimes the humans can hear their enchanting song.

The music of Summer now fills the air,
its time for fun and not for despair.

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And June is my birthday month - tomorrow to be exact :)

For all the unseen children

I am shining for you in my brightest colours,

I am wearing my sunny yellow sunday dress for you ...

If you only let me to.

I am singing for you with my beautiful voice,

I am dancing for you in a soft summer breeze ...

If you only let me to.

I will turn and spin,

I will laugh and grin,

I will be the star sparkling for you ...

If you only let me to.

Let me be your sunny yellow colour spot in your grey life,

Let me be your summer song in the monotone sound of your being,

Let me be your refreshing breeze in the dullness of the day,

Let me be your flower in the coldness of the room,

Let me be there for you ...

Let me be ...

Let me ...

See me - I am your child!

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I did write this poem in 2008 already and it turned out a bit depressive but somehow the words did flow like that - for all the children not being seen!

Divine

I look into the Well of Moon and see unsurety inside of me
Into her eyes I look and see, the surety is my belief
So I sit and stare into the night, see passages of my life passing by
start to understand what was there and stretching out my hands with care
slowly I sink into the well, diving, swimming to the shell
Shell of wisdom, holy mine, shell of soul, my divine
Tenderly I touch the shell of love, feeling touched by my angels above
In my hands I hold the light - swimming up into the night.
So I sit and look at me - I am divine, this is Me.

~Tricia Danby~

The Angel's Song

The wind that shakes the willow, sends a shiver down my spine.

The softest earth shall be my pillow, the freshest spring my enchanting wine.

So I dance in moonlight with the fairies,

let my wings unfold and stretch them wide,

I am the angel who's dancing in the midst of night.

I am the dream of dreams

I am the stream of streams

I am the whole and I am the one

I am the midnight angel singing that song.

The softest earth will be my pillow, the freshest spring will be my wine.

You are the wind that shakes the willow ... sending shivers down my spine.

~ Tricia Danby ~