Lonely is the rose
    with a tear in her heart
                  never sent

There's a friend I know, I think his name is Joe
Though between us are thousands of Miles of Space
Together we Battle Dragons, Wielding Elfin Swords
Forged at the Beginning of time, in a Forgottten Place
Antique Relics they Be,  Still are a lot like Him and Me
Their Jewels shine, and Graven Marks are Dark and Deep
The legends ne'r we tell, of troll Heads we Split and Fell
Or Carried each in swoon, for Elfin healings of our Wounds
And sharing Elfin Wine, The Pleasure of these Folks we find
Till on the road we go, and so far apart You'ld Never Know...Shamus

Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!
Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:
Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;
The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed,
Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold;
And thine own sadness, whereof stars, grown old
In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,
Sing in their high and lonely melody.
Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate,
I find under the boughs of love and hate,
In all poor foolish things that live a day,
Eternal beauty wandering on her way.

Come near, come near, come near-Ah, leave me still
A little space for the rose-breath to fill!
Lest I no more hear common things that crave;
The weak worm hiding down in its small cave,
The field-mouse running by me in the grass,
And heavy mortal hopes that toil and pass;
But seek alone to hear the strange things said
By God to the bright hearts of those long dead,
And learn to chaunt a tongue men do not know.
Come near; I would, before my time to go,
Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways:
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.

Dreams have become
Literally
Quite lyrically
Lately
Drifting away
On a bed of melodies
Listening to the songs
Of past memories
Bringing around
An air of clarity
And it seems
The subconscious bleeds
Figuratively
Over into reality
As I find myself awake
Singing songs I've never heard

I'm
Dawn,
You're
Dusk.

You love
spicy foods,
I don't.
I eat vegetables,
You don't.

You're my
total opposite.

I never thought
I'll like a man like you.
A man
who only exist in movies,
stories and dreams.

I met you
in a very unexpected time,
in a very unusual way.
You're not my type
to begin with
but
there's something
in you
that made me want
to know you more.

But despite all that,
you're still the man
I wish to spend a year or
a decade with.
The man I can call,
My Love,
My Strength,
My All.

I want
to know you more.
Even the darkest side of you,
the sweet
or
Even the broken side of you.

Because I'd still
accept you just the way you are.

Elven prince
Tender of trees
Molder of leaf-covered mansions,
And brother to the green and growing;
Older than Dwarves,
Older than Men,
And Hobbits,
Younger than Ents,
Eternally young,
Fading slowly
To the West....

Truer heart
Never surged,
Inscrutable,
Unfathomable,
Anchored in Old Codes,
Time out of human mind,
Hidden motives
Sometimes revealed,
Sometimes blind....
Worthy of fearful trust.

Friend to true-hearted
Hobbits,
Men,
Dwarves,
Eagles,
White wizards,
Hunter of Nazgul,
Blade-armorer.

Warg Enemy,
Orc Killer,
Spider Foe,
Sauron Hater,
Murdering Mordor....