shinjorai Poetry (1)

You made me believe again
and not in second chances
but hope in its truest form
that destiny romances

and there is just a way
red ribbons burning down
left upon your walls
lonely on your crown

that you could once release
never show the world to me
but just a tiny piece
of all you seem to be

you are something sacred
you are more than words
the missing incantation
bloodletting from your swords

I remember another time
in another far off place
we met like this on a road once
but you didnt know my face

you said hello traveler
would you like to stop a while?
hear a tale of a weary wander
whos walked too many miles

and you sang and I listened
and I swear i heard it true
it was not just another melody
but truly a piece of you

and you laid it in the air
and it gently drifted down
into the fires crackling light
then landed on the ground

it sprouted up and bloomed
upon my very grave
been going on eternities
the one i can not save
a moment that escapes me
i knew it by its scent
it calls to me for release
and i think its heaven sent

it seems to sell no sense now
but blink and try i might
to close my eyes and dream
within this fallow night

there came another whisper
of a song i heard before
a thousand years this lonely road
weve walked it all before

but still we keep on meeting
and still we act surprised
like nothing more than children
along for a quiet ride

but it was anything but
because the song it carried through
it told me of the growing
and it told me of the yew

and there was a light in the middle
and a place i could not name
burning yearning capturing
something akin to flame

upon your shoulders
down the small of your back
id like to finish the story
but i think im losing track

but someday it will come to me
and i sware ill write it down
right this wrong and walk on through
not just another town

waiting on the outskirts
to hear that song
just one more time
and find my way home

The tree it lives forever
within and around
it sheds its own light
upon the beacon drowned

I swore that i would find you
and now im glad to wait
all it costs is happen stance
and carrying the weight

Now the words are tired
the stories had its fill
its time to sleep and dream again
up upon that hill.

Where once two weary travelers
met in the midst of night
glowing gleaming blinding
but somehow it was right.

The shape of heart mishapen
and leaden lay the key
but all im asking is for stories
you to come and go with me

Free in your ways
and me in mine
take flight in the sky
and recognize the time