Story by Little Drum
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
She looks into Me
I will never be a logger's wife.
Or spill her blood for my table.
the giving tree has been wrung dry
Only droplets fill my goblets
I look into her
she looks into me
she sees perfection
and I cry
how can she love me so?
How can I give my life for her?
In a way that will matter.
Matter for her.
It is not selfless giving she wants
but the giving of the self.
Where can I give my life for her?
In a way that does matter.
Matter for me.
She gives until she can give no more
And it is never enough
for those who have no love
only decadent souls
I will cry no more forever
for her legacy is in my bones
Story by Little Drum
For the Muse
I will shade you from the sharpest rays
Make rest beneath my crown
I’ll dance for you, You sing for me
Together we make Magic, Timeless
Wisdom, Forest Lore, The Bard in you
A Story for the wanderer, seeking nothing, seeking more
Story by Little Drum
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Temples of Old
Trees that command pause just by standing, are many in these woods.
Old and new intertwined, her body a Temple by design.
These many rooms all in One Tree.
Story by Little Drum
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