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Post by revontulet on May 24, 2006 7:39:17 GMT -5
Silence
Hear your breath echo in the air
stop this moment, so frail, so fair
Step on the void, abandon words
…come and follow me into silence
Feel it above you, around you, deep inside
take my hand, I’ll be your guide
Find a new way to listen
let the silence be our world
Close your eyes and speak with your heart
I can hear you even if we’re apart
And you can hear more than ever
silence speaks louder than words
Trust this moment as your mind soars
Be my heart beat, I can be yours
Free your spirit, dare to take a flight
under the veil of silence you are safe
It may be illusion but it feels so real
rest in this dream and your wounds will heal
no need for words, no need for time
…come and follow me into silence.
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Post by Dhodrimme Rualanna on May 24, 2006 7:52:22 GMT -5
And you claimed that my words flowed and I was gifted? My dear Revon, you are equally, if not more, gifted! Of course one could see that through the way in which you write on tag and forums and all such *smiles* A true master of words! It is a rare find these days, and I am fortunate to know a choice few!
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Post by revontulet on May 24, 2006 8:17:14 GMT -5
Awww... Now you made me speechless...
Erm... *tries to find words* I was being honest about your writings. I think you are talented. Maybe we can learn from each other.
I don't really think I can use words the way I wish when I speak to you. That's mostly because of this language and my limited skills with it. I'm flattered by your comment. I would blush if I could. *smiles unable to blush* Thank you, my friend, your words mean a lot to me. *bows low*
This poem was made at night when all I heard was silence. "Come and follow me into silence..." That was how it started. As you can see, only half of it rhymes. I don't usually do that, but here I like it. It gives meaning to the last line.
I guess I should thank the person who I spoke these words that night: Thanks, Stardancer *smiles*
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Post by revontulet on Jun 19, 2006 5:35:48 GMT -5
The following lines are not written because of poetry. They were written because of the pain of the heart.
Some weeks ago I heard my 99-year-old great-grandmother would probably die soon. Her birthday was about to come very soon, and this is how I imagined it could be.
The whole nature is waiting
holding its breath
terrified of hearing
the sneaking steps of death
You seem so small and frail
like a child to my eyes
and yet you contain stamina
wisdom that never dies
Your spirit has been strong to live
for a hundred years
You've felt the sun and the storms
the laughters and the tears
Yes, you have been blessed
in so many amazing ways
God has held your hand in His
till the end of your days
After we've been given so much
I don't ask the question 'why'
I lean to you and try to smile
whisper the last goodbye
We'll meet each other some day
when grief is in the past
In silence the Great Hands take you
you've come home at last
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Post by revontulet on Jun 19, 2006 5:40:56 GMT -5
Death has infected me strongly since I was 10 years old.
Every death makes me live her death again. Memories of her haven't faded.
Flowers
We brought yellow flowers to your grave.
The same flowers as every year.
They are called “summer day’s hats”
Once again, as so many times before
I think in my mind
“do I remember you?”
“did I really know you?”
And another question crosses my mind
a question I’ve never asked myself
“does the answer change anything?”
Did you know me?
And if you did, would you know me now
after all these years
when I’m not that little girl anymore
the girl who loved you not knowing
what that love would cost her?
We brought white roses to your grave
they were given to us
because of another death
When you were born
who would have known
that you’d leave before you great-grandmother?
Who would have known
that seven
and a hundred years
could be equally full life?
It’s so long ago
but it feels like yesterday
I’m not 10 years old anymore
but when you make me cry
I haven’t aged a day
We brought summer day’s hats to your grave
the yellow color of the flowers
were the last thing
your blind eyes ever saw
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Post by Dhodrimme Rualanna on Jun 20, 2006 8:57:08 GMT -5
*hangs head shamedly* I hardly know what the story is behind it, for never have I thought to ask, well I have thought to ask, but was convinced it would be better left on its own.... You have obviously gone through alot in your young years and I am sorry for that. I am especially sorry that I have not been there more often for you. I feel I have been more of a burden than a help, and that I have failed to properly care for my close friends... I'm fortunate to still have my parents, and blessed that I have not lost someone so close. It is true, I nearly lost them, but that did not happen, and I should be rejoicing for my life, not allowing myself to be down about things....
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Post by Eleniel on Jun 20, 2006 11:14:38 GMT -5
Forgive me, I whould have commented on this much earlier... I read the first poem, Silence, as soon as you posted it, but didn't feel I could put down the right words of appreciation... I am sorry..
As I once promised you my friend, I will always fly with you and follow you into silence... freely even when you don't ask it of me.
Your two latter poems are very touching, but in the middle of the sadness I can't help noticing the beautiful choice of words and the perfect flow in the poem to your great-grandmother. I hope she lived a fulfilling life.
Dear Rev, I truly wish that you will be spared for more pain, and I hope you will live for your sister, so that she can live through you.
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Post by revontulet on Jun 26, 2006 3:27:14 GMT -5
*lowers her head and swallows**spends a moment in silence*
This is where Northerner's words fail her. I... really don't know what to say.
*hugs both, tight*
Dho, friends are never a burden. They carry your burdens, and many times they don't even realize they are doing that. *smiles slightly*
Thank you Elen, for so many things. *smiles*
Don't worry over me. There's nothing to worry. Honestly.
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Post by revontulet on Jul 14, 2006 10:31:40 GMT -5
Ocean soul
Time stands still
humming, whispering, echoing
the night can't hear the silence
the hiding moon
mystery of the invisible
the light within the darkness
Strayed into a dream
she looks to the sea
she needs nothing more
she longs to soar
Without a clothing or defense
she steps slowly to the shore
the night, the ocean makes her sense
what she loves forevermore
The bare feet touch the sand
she hears the ocean's call
without peace of mind on land
to the water she must fall
Ocean soul
seduced by the sea
Depth of the eyes telling
she's born to be free
charmed by the water
Ocean soul
The water's seductive charm
calls her by the name
the cold wind does no harm
when night is not the same
A longing inside her as a hole
the deep waters can fill
to the ocean she surrenders her soul
her mind, her heart, her will
Ocean soul
seduced by the sea
Depth of the eyes telling
she's born to be free
charmed by the water
Ocean soul
Tender as a hand of a lover
the water caresses her skin
the night is a veil, it is a cover
the ocean is within
She gives her love to the night
herself to the sea
of her there soon is no sight
for now she is free
Ocean soul
seduced by the sea
Depth of the eyes telling
she's born to be free
charmed by the water
Ocean soul
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Post by Dhodrimme Rualanna on Jul 14, 2006 22:02:13 GMT -5
Wow... that was.... breathtaking, and very lovely, Revon! I'm thoroughly impressed! A beautiful job
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Post by Eleniel on Jul 18, 2006 19:27:40 GMT -5
*tilts head* To me it was sad... a sad story with a sad ending - or a happier ending depending on the person... I guess.
*ponders*
It would work out well as a song... do you have music for it?
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Post by revontulet on Jul 31, 2006 8:02:31 GMT -5
*bows head* Thank you for your kind words, Dho, I don't know if I deserve them, but thank you anyway.
Actually Ocean Soul is a song of a band called Nightwish, but the title is the only similarity between the song and my poem.
*recalls the moment the poem first came to live* Sad..? Mmm... Maybe it is... If magic of the night is sad... for it truly was magic, that night, the water. It took some days before it found words in a little cabin only a few steps from the shore in the middle of the night as the ocean kept humming under my little window.
For me the ending is fatal, but thinking of the quiet charm of the night I can't tell if it's sad or happy.
I see it as a song without melody, only the sound of the waves and the screams of the gulls on the backround. So it doesn't have a melody... yet. *smiles*
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Post by Eleniel on Aug 9, 2006 4:50:58 GMT -5
Well, I read it again, and this time it didn't appear so sad... I think it depends on the mood.
I know there is a Finnish band called Nightwish, goth/punk/metal style and they used to have the soprano singer (but she left them, and what happened next?)
I have heard only a few of their songs and I'm not sure what I think of it.. except for Sleeping Sun, which I adore (and yes, I know it's their mainstream, breakthrough not very representative Nightwish song... which may be the reason why I like it!)
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Post by revontulet on Aug 9, 2006 6:10:57 GMT -5
Yes, you seem to know pretty much about Nightwish... Gothic metal with an opera singer vocalist called Tarja Turunen. Actually she didn't leave them -she threatened to leave. "This band is nothing without me, and I can leave any time I want", she said. The members of the band didn't speak with her in a year. So after the big concer in Helsinki, the final gig of their tour, the others gave her a letter in which they told her it was over.
At the moment Nightwish is looking for a new vocalist/front woman. Would you like to become famous? *grin*
Btw they have some very good songs apart from Sleeping Sun (which is good also), for example Elven path, Over the hills and far away, Forever yours and of course Walking in the air.
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Post by Eleniel on Aug 9, 2006 12:40:18 GMT -5
Owh yeah, Tarja is her name... hmm, that sounds a bit arrogant... although it's true that her soprano vocal did make Nightwish... Nightwish!
And thank you for the offer, but I doubt I'm Goth enough to join the band.. lol
I think I liked Over the Hills and Far Far Away the one time I heard it (I think I listened to it on YouTube) and Walking in the Air... but that one is not their own, right? I've got another version on my (Christmas!) CD with some *checks cover* Aled Jones singing it.
What do you think of their lyrics by the way?
I'm not sure...
Well, do you happen to have any Nightwish songs as mp3s?
Because then you could... perhaps... *makes puppy eyes* send them to me on e-mail or msn?
*strolls off to YouTube to search for Nightwish*
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