I've been around the world.
Yes, I've been around the world.
A vast garden of trees and lakes.
A tender yet mighty beauty unfurled.

The only thing that makes sense,
To my eyes of pruning; whence,
Did I desire a thing with petals?
A thing with all love's contents?

I do know the world,
Yes, I know the world,
But what I imagine I know not,
Something called a girl?

I'll tinker here and also there,
A little dirt, air and my hair,
What grows here in my garden.
Will soon be everywhere!

I've tried to imagine this,
A passionate, soft kiss.
Manufactured by my power,
It'll be here by the hour.

Yet what I grew from dirt,
Hair, air, and a water squirt,
Seems to be a pile of mud,
With this I can't even flirt!

Oh, can't I have a dream?
Not the milk, but the cream?
There can't be a secret more,
To my new and legendary chore!

I feel alone and spiteful,
This garden's no longer "full",
My hair falls out like petals,
Or how I imagine they would fall...

I look over my failed creation,
And I give it condemnation,
A tear travels to nose's crook,
It falls upon my aberration.

Pow! Like this. Pow! Like that.
Sparks fly and I don't eat my hat,
because what happens before me,
I simply can't not stare at!

Her delicious curves, radiant hair,
Eyes like my garden, a loving stare,
I can't believe what I have done,
Because she is not just anyone!

She is my love, this I can tell,
My heart is healed and I am swell,
Now I can say that I did find,
The flower of my garden.

I am the Raven of Dreams,
Who wanders the dreamscapes of yore,
I pluck the thoughts and memories,
That aren't remembered no more,
Shiny things in thoughts and dreams,
And babbles of treasure lost,
In memories long faded away,
In dreams that will live on.

I am the Raven of Dreams,
Who wanders the dreamscapes of yore,
My beak will tear and rip and pull,
And feed on memory's corpse,
All is food to the one who calls,
And walks the dusk and dawn,
In memories long faded away,
In dreams that will live on.

I am the Raven of Dreams,
Who wanders the dreamscapes of yore,
And finds lost things that none could find,
And brings them home with me,
The babbles I seek I will always take,
To decorate my nest,
In memories long faded away,
In dreams that will live on.

I am the Raven of Dreams,
Who wanders the dreamscapes of yore,
Up mountains so tall that no one can climb,
But I can fly so high,
Across endless plains no on can cross,
But I can fly so fast,
In memories long faded away,
In dreams that will live on.

I am the Raven of Dreams,
Who wanders the dreamscapes of yore,
Across endless seas where all become lost,
But I can fly so strong,
Through dark woods so dark no one can see,
But I cam fly beyond,
In memories long faded away,
In dreams that will live on.

I am the Raven of Dreams,
Who wanders the dreamscapes of yore,
And finds the secrets among all our thoughts,
And finds out all there is,
The paths I fly no one can go,
The treasures are mine alone,
In memories long faded away,
In dreams that will live on.

I am the Raven of Dreams,
Who wanders the dreamscapes of yore,
I pluck the thoughts and memories,
That aren't remembered no more,
Shiny things in thoughts and dreams,
And babbles of treasure lost,
In memories long faded away,
In dreams that will live on.

~I am the Raven of Dreams, a Poem of Candlemas by Bethany "Lorekeeper" Davis, February 2, 2016

I wish not to be your bride,
instead your pride.

In dead earnest,
she tries to raise hell,
put on an act
as best as she can,
forgetting altogether
she still is a greenhorn
in such matters, though
graduated to be his bride
from a lover for so long
underprivileged all the while,
grabbing the very first chance
after the new found privilege.

He watches her goof up
inexperience in evidence,
out of the corner of his eye
does nothing but conceals his smile;
caught in the act, her perplexity
gives her up, that was the best part
of the act: the bride's belligerence.

upon an open high
where my liberal rights reside
this is where i live my life
with my lovely, lovely bride

upon an open high
where i know i will subside
until my final days collide
with my loved one, i will fly

upon an open high
a drug that doesn't sigh
a drug that always relieves my plight
a love that will fight into the night

upon an open high
and i will love her all my life
my open high, my loves delight
i wont let her out of sight

I have been reading genetics,
Even as a part of my course,
Apart from my dear hobby.

I have got this scientific temper,
Of course I got it all genetically,
From both mommy 'nd daddy.

Genetics define my autosomes,
Even my other chromosomes,
Which gave me my gender.

I am an Aryan-Dravidian born,
With a fantastic genetic base,
Variation is a genetic boon.

My father tells me to marry farther,
Continuing the ancient tradition,
A tradition that imparts finesse.

You and I,
Traveling through endless time,
Holding on tight, to the keys of our hearts,

It seems only yesterday,
I made a vow,
To love an Angel in white,

I remember your smile, as bright as the sunshine,
When I can't sleep at night,
No matter how hard I try,

My tears won't stop,
I miss you so much,

I want to hold you today,
Because I love your beautiful memory,

After all these years,
My tears miss you so much,

Too many years have past by,
Since I held an Angel in white,
It's unfair,

Every night I dream of you,
My wife,
I will love you more than,
Anyone I meet in my life,

God parted me with you,
So very long ago,

My heart still longs for you,
I want to see you,
Before you vanish from my memories,

Waiting for you is pointless,
How can I be with you again my wife?

I feel like ending this lonely life,
Ending this pain,
Will only send me to another Hell!

Sending me away from you,
Where your love will disappear,

Suddenly I wake from a dream,
To face the day,
And the reality of life,

I need to hold on to your love,

The more I think of you,
The tears won't stop,

I will never forget you,
I love you more than life,

Eve! says stay strong,
The sunshine always comes,

Close your eyes,
I will always see you in white,
My everlasting love.

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