June 25, 2006

• Moonlit Souls

  This poem would be best understood if read while listening to Branwin’s Secret from the CD Daughters of the Celtic Moon by Lisa Lynne

   

  Picture obtained from: http://home.chello.no/~larse/Mane1.jpg

  

   

  Moonlit beams rain down from the sky above

  Through the trees they dance across her face

  A forest to the left, a forest to the right

  Her red-gold hair entrances him through the night

   

  Her voice is soft like a mouse, her spirit filled with fire

  The hooting owl breaks the silence between their souls

  Their eyes reflect years full of hidden pain

  Could the stars above keep the two of them sane?

   

  They wish to love, they wish to trust

  The barriers between them, can they be broken

  Those eyes, those eyes, so full of sad, celtic beauty

  A harp plays within their minds, a long lost melody

   

  They speak words designed to penetrate, to manipulate

  Soon enough though, the walls come down and eyes begin to see eyes

  Will these two lost souls on this moonlit night,

  Find what has forever lain beyond their sight?

   

  A hand reaches out and a heart begins to melt

  An embrace springs forth and fears fade away

  Somewhere behind them, the sunrise begins to break

  Somewhere inside them, a bond they’ve begun to make.

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