When Lunen came of old to dance
With glimmers through the night
A fire burst upon the black
Our star: Soelee the bright

Her birth was like a tear in space
Through which an ember gleams
Then blazes all about with flame
Within a wreath of beams (more…)

Hey guys! Just wanted to say thank you for the warm welcome and fantastic visit yesterday. I hope you all are having a wonderful weekend and that those of you who picked up a copy of Luthiel’s Song are enjoying it! In any case, I won’t make you wait any longer. As requested, here is the poem written to the girl in Algebra class:

What feeling!
Once you struck me with your eyes!
Is what I see as true, as pure?
Or is a dream denied?

Dare I to speak?
Or even whisper?
Can I touch the feeling?
No!
Yet rather would I stand here dazed,
Than to awaken from believing!

Is what I see a dream?
Or dare I ask you — is it true?
For what your eyes were telling me,
Is simply that,
I love you.

By Robert M. Fanney

Best wishes to all! Hope you enjoy!

Dearest God
Or whatever good spirit
Of worlds and blessed nothing
Of blackness and stars
Lives yet
In this strange place (more…)

You the fire,
I the ore,
Heating me,
I transform…

You the stone,
I the sword,
Grinding me down,
I sharpen…

She’s a fair dream — writing,
When the muse sings clear,
As larks at dawn,
She’s fair as sunlight on seafoam.

She’s like the ocean,
A slate when still,
Cold as knives in her dead season,
Riled with passion when spirits gust over her.

Many seek her,
But are unready for the hard work of water,
Questing for the great ocean,
They see instead her vastness,
But fail to know the long ages it took to make her.

Many more seek to rule her,
Some by taming the rivers that feed,
Others by claiming the sea for their own,
But all boundaries crumble to her gentle touch,
And she knows no master.

It is wisdom instead to dance with her,
and to laugh,
For we become her,
Or make for her but one season,
As she will ever endure.

A fair dream writing,
To grin at all the would-be poets,
And laugh at all profiteers,
Who only dream of dreaming,
And never touch the sea.