The Fluttering

From Which It springs

I cannot lay anymore upon you

where these words fetter away unheard,

It is a loss of such inward meaning

to have what I feel exposed

Yet! There unreturned.

Love, in all its majesty

holds no sway where another's heart

lays empty upon a sea of doubt

tossed upon those waters so harsh

That love is a forgotten cry to the pain.

Years bear the necessity

where hearts long the final embrace

that would trace

their journey up and through

That bitter end of parting.

It's not so much how much one loved

as the intensity of its depth,

It's not all the hands that held

nor lips that imbued

that makes the vision true

Or love more strong.

Rather its that one love,

That passage that never ends and holds one

There where the winds silence

Engulfs the whole and one becomes truly one.

Few know it, few express it

Yet, It lies embedded within

all our dreams, our wants,

That here upon such a night

echoes out to you

but deaf, you turn

and see not its hue

Nor know that root from which it springs.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

The Keep

That here in this twilight

where the Sun fades upon the gloaming hours

I draw my thoughts upon her form

where heart to mind amidst the storm

calls her name out upon the darkened skies.

Sighs,

for the want so great that fills my skin

the desire so burns deep its flame

That all I can do is dream a dream

Hope a hope and echoes a prayer

That beside her will find me there

To hold the vision, the wanting need

to be always around and within

The structures of her day.

Is it strange or wrong to want as much

To feel the need within pang upon its cry

This delight that some how holds upon you

The texture that is my soul.

Love, this want, this need

here so gathers upon the mind

and rushes out in such a way

As to fill my world so bright.

Its not that I'm lost to you

that these feeling consume to much

Rather that in the fringe of my being

I understand, Know deep

This love longs your keep.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

Finds I'm Gone

In the distance

A clap of thunder rolls upon the night

illuminating the flash of light

crawls out from the underbelly of cloud

races across the dark domain

And frizzles away.

Nights like these

seem to hold me more tight

The soft gentle rain falls

across the lamp lite street

reflecting like tiny stars

Out upon the road.

I seem locked to the radiance of the moment

trapped between what my eyes see

and the mind configures out and through

the imagery that echo's within,

Plays upon plays run their course

And I day dream the moments whim.

I've come to love these moments of solitude

That somehow focuses deeper the inner me.

I become resolved to my being, a little harmony of space

That infatuates, lowers my guard and holds me in awe.

A place of radiance, forbearance

Where the thunder seems to touch my soul.

It is here that I feel most alive

that the reality of the moment springs from their eternal roots

Those elements that drive and hold existence to,

strains the moment, then in floods releases my heart

to feel the grandeur, the solace of space and time

Till vacuumed upon itself, I find I am gone.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

This Play

The breath of time

here hangs its lofty scent

where the gray mists hover

upon each rock and blob of clay.

Fields dressed upon this haunting filter

that sweeps from land to sea

covering the horizon line

between the black shards of trees

where the sky to earth disappears

In this blanket dense and deep.

One can hear the cries

that hover from ancient lips

sense the marching hordes

Of battle lines and charging horse

Where the hint of crashing steel

beats like a regimental drum

and between the fine mists one sees

The ghosts of yesteryear.

Black the Ravens and the crows

squawk out in independent mind

The days early drift and sway

That here upon these fields of home

Echoes out to mind this play.

Soul of me

I nestle beside

Where song to form bids

There its soft profound rest

Where in the completeness I find

The wholesome reality

The want that's you

Resides here, where my heart

In dance, In flight, Holds

The gathered images, The face

Of what you bear and hold

Within the soul of me.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph

Had always been

There is something beyond us

A feel that outweighs the moment

seems ever drawn too

the expression that each bodied soul requires

Holds and attains in a magical air.

That others see it

know the crafting within our ways

holds us to their touch

where blessings ignite

fill every nook and cranny

Of what it is we seem to hold, portray.

Is it the love

that they feel flows softly

Where our eyes partake, unite?

This twirling romance that seems to be

of it's own expected,

As if it had always been!

Alisdaire O'Caoimph