Water revised
The original was good but I felt that some changes needed to be made since the original was written some months back. The changes in my life and emotions that seem to make most people vulnerable are out here for the world to see. It is not written for anyone but the one in the vision.
Water
The tundra calls my soul with ease,
as I take a fridgid breath of air.
Wind blows softly by my face,
playing delicately with the strands of my hair.
Singing to me a lullaby,
sent on the wind to soothe my soul.
Helping me find solidity on the ice,
giving me strength to gain control.
Fractured beams of light,
shine from a piece of ice in my hand.
Water drips from my fingertips,
puddling on the place where I stand.
I yearn for a love in all it's forms,
that I'm afraid I'll never know.
I've crossed oceans of fate,
to wind up here in the snow.
I feel such a poignant love,
just beyond my grasp.
I shrug it off somehow,
and set my mind to the task.
To just live my life the best I can,
love come to me if it may.
There's not really much right now,
that I could do or say.
Alone in a world of illusions,
filled with fridgid snow and Ice.
Searching for that one great love,
it seems almost at any price.
To feel the liquid ecstasy,
of two souls forever intwined.
When doors open between worlds,
and there's no Space or Time.
A vision comes,
and I only see his beautiful hands.
Face blurred, yet I can see his soul,
somewhere in Time's abundant sands.
A mystical connection,
extention of Fate's intention.
Doubt thrown aside,
with serious introspections.
This love I have known from a time long ago,
will ever in this life we meet?
Does it draw me once more,
in this life to be totally free?
A love, with but a touch,
could heal the hurt,the doubt and pain.
The snow melts to water,
and then becomes rain.
That pours on me softly,
from the heavens above.
Somewhere in the water,
I feel his eternal love.
The water swirls around me,
in a soft sensuous kiss.
That cuts me through to my soul,
sending me into bliss.
Who are you my love?
who is it that I seek?
Only in the water or on the ice,
do I ever truly feel at peace.
I seek a life,
not a glamorous one.
Just to be regarded ,
when this mortal life is done.
The Nordic seas,
they call me home.
I feel this pull that I can't deny,
and then I fear to be alone.
Passion,
that all consuming power.
From the depths of my soul,
I feel the awesome hunger.
Addicted to a soul,
that I'll probably never meet.
Or maybe the Weavers of Fate,
will decide that they'll be sweet.
I yearn to not be hurt,
in body , mind or soul.
'Cause all of this undue pain,
has really taken it's toll.
But yet, I still believe in Love's,
oceanic, prasmatic abyss.
And Pray that Freya's waves,
comfort me with it's calming mist.
Written By: Ruth Anna Brown-Weems
Copy Right, All Rights Reserved March 31st, 2007
Revised October 17th 2007
