A
male
age
41-50,
sleepyhollow
writes:All of us have different ways of dealing with the stresses of relationships, life, and emotional chaos. Myself, I am one of those for whom poetry comes easily. Most of the time they just kind of pop in my head when I'm in a funky mood.Here's one of my latest:Upon the Wayside, On the Road to ElvendellI stand upon the wayside on the way to ElvendellWhere music's laughter weeps with tears of blissAnd the starlight dances to the peals of bellsAnd there I stand, upon the wayside, on the way to Elvendell.Silver moonlight, washes starlight, until it fades awayFaeries dance, in toadstool stands, twinkling as they sway.I stand upon the wayside, on the way to Elvendell,And see with eyes of misty sighs, that happy are the fae.Tears of joy, and tears of sadness, trickle from my eyesWho am I to stand here, upon the wayside, on the way to ElvendellWhere faeries play in moonlit hay, too sweet to say good byeTo a fellow traveler, on the road again, to seek out ElvendellWhere my Lady Light, upon her steed of moonlit white,Rides with haste to meet me there, to seek me as I arrive,To Elvendell, where love awaits, this road will pass on byAs I am standing here, upon the road, at the wayside toll,Far beyond the bend, where the road continues on to rideElvendell, oh Elvendell - may my lover find you whole,And join her, I shall, myself, my spirit, or my soul.I stand upon the wayside on the way to Elvendell,And here I'll stand, until I know this road leads not to Hell.I've paid the toll in tears of gold, with love long lost and winter tossedMy sadness is one that legends' say on high,Spins and twists, upon the wind, and love has gone awry.To Elvendell, my love has gone, and without my soul to go alongWhere Elvendell, Oh Elvendell, far away is my lover's home.She looks upon the moon, she speaks unto the starsShe gazes into waters, drawn from the river Styx,And she watches as I stumble, still leagues away from her armsHer tears mix with those of starlight's cheers, for I had never came,In fair Elvendell, home of the mighty fae, my lover waited, on the long, long dayAnd far beyond the bend, by the wayside tollI lay down in clover beds, and far away slipped my soul.My lover, may she no longer shed her tears, hopefully she shall knowThat long had I loved her, when she had left her home,To Elvendell she'd upped and gone, but never had I knownThat this road I travelled on, to Elvendell did not go.She did wait for me, and long did she strive for a love so trueBut never did I come for her, to sweep her into my arms,Ever long did she wait, to never feel my charm.Elvendell, to Elvendell - I hope my lover found again her smile,Alas, my bones sleep beside the wayside, never to walk another mile.Written by: xxxxxxxxxxx - May, 2007 Reply to this Article
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