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Rain has no more grip on her quivering skin Even the wind is exhausted, clapping her cheeks She roams the moor, and the rocks wait for her, Every evening, she joins the river in wrath… She cries her beloved, her forbidden love And lives again, in her soul, yesterday’s memories Fugitive instants, never coming back And the pain burns her like flame on iron. Elaine is become the Lady of limbo Who must never look to the down Then she weaves her canvas from dawn to night And her despair impregnates the craft. The mirror is tempting, it lets out Camelot And in the blue and gold, she seeks for her knight Fatal is her desire, adieu noble Lancelot Accomplishing its spell, the mirror cracked.. The Lady in the barque slowly has slinked In the Camelot the Great, a tear has flowed In an ultimate sigh, Elaine has smiled to Him… Elaine The Lady of Shalott - ENY
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There are dark passages with ranged houses Pale street lamps throw pallid gleams On furtive silhouettes splitting the cotton night I barely distinguish those still lingering The air smells smoke, humidity and grayness Sound of steps tells me crowd is in hurry I discern heavy dresses, creakings of scraps Perhaps a carriage without oil wheels I know the river close, I can feel the moistness Which sticks to pavement in a tacky coating Of all this universe, I am a spectator However I’m so conscious be to a part of Then there is the green, of bushy grasses Of trees, shaked by sharp salted wind The sea, clapping on rocks in long paunchy waves The cormorants and starved gulls yells Sky is tormented, rolling in its entrails Heavy leaden clouds wrapping space As big eiderdowns blew up with filing water Ready to pour out at the smaller threat Along the cliff a path leads to castle Ascetic edifice, without any fancies In the mass of stone, just of towers, the crenel Makes a new draw when moon comes to play in I keep my eyes close, and each time I enter In these places where only remains my memory All is to me familiar, all talks about me From an age I relive during special hours Memories of Scotland II - ENY
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Springs are gone, and summers end Memories nourish compost of these days And on your journey in your pathlife You walk on leaves a soft wind lifts Colors have changed and despite sweetness Of silky bronzes and flaming reds Light is there as at your early hours It took like you, an incandescent rhythm No need then of worthless turmoil Of ignis fatuus playing versatile dances Secretly, the flame, is hidden under ash And now burns in a tender waltz From morning mizzles to crackly thunders Rain has pierced you, even frozen your heart Let now the mist only refresh Your face and your soul, just in a touch A blight afternoon, with mossy smells Where, brooding under humus, autumn flower ‘ll born Bearer of learning from past seasons With no regrets and doubts, then you’ll be yourself Mabon’s Daughter - ENY
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Many souls in this world Many people meeting From lives to lives Each one of us can find His soulmate if possible Sometimes we miss Sometimes we don’t know But sometimes We recognize each other A brother, a son , a friend, a lover No matter the kind of relationship It’s a special link uniting souls A magic spark in heart All your being knows It’s beautiful It never ends Feelings are strong , unalterable Because Love is eternal Complices, loving, faithful So are the soulmates Eny
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There is a sweet hour like no other one When at the last august ‘days , september tries to come The sun is lower and summer falls asleep All the ground smells pine and dry heather Touch with soil gives a warmth Which enwraps body with such a tender veil In this magical moment we touch the joy To feel earth and heaven in a same caress Ended the burning fire of summer beams Not yet the snap of first fall winds Impalpable moment of none is the heir It’s born out of this time, defying human rules The leaves rustle is soft and exhales So many different perfumes, slowly twirling Between bushes and hedges, foliage and petals It’s the whole nature which at last surrenders It gives all of itself, of its inner savors In a discrete offering, to whom knows capture them Appreciate the essence, and sublime beauty In secret sharing with eternity The Moor - ENY
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When at the dawn you wake up in sighs Leaving with regrets universe of night When pain of body, heart an life Invite you to melt in ultimate expir Follow your dream … When day is streching in a misty veil As if all beauty was hidden to your eyes And when you dread of every next minute Eternal suffering or the lack to be two Follow your dream… Then when evening releases its grey petals Upon a bed so heavy by many poured tears Despite dense sorrows or hurted silences You fall asleep and fly in a sweet breeze Follow your dream… Who thus has this hapinness key You’ve searched it so much your hope becomes desenchanted In this life or next a light is waiting To be picked at last by a confident hand Follow your dream… Follow your Dream……ENY
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Sirius
Posted On 02/08/2011 01:05:41
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Your walkways often lead you to the sea Contemplating in silence the move of waves You can see all of us in each back and forth Like human tides in eternal quest of love Inscrutable fates which, for dawn of earth Sink and emerge each time more brilliant And one day end to fade away in horizon After had known of water all the emotions All over the Ocean, is another world Where fly the souls, for other destinies In places which yet, you can see the border Celestial new sphere, you dream of exploring Your so strongly feels of future, the calling That you often seems on the point of leave To these shores of Peace and Fraternity Hold your hand, taste water, it already has a honey flavour Sirius - ENY
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Dawn is just rising on misty moor On heathers, veiled by a web of pearls From the brown ground spurt out, dense and spiked, Little bushes of gorse, with harsh thorns All the night, wind never ceased to wheeze It’ never gives up to bow with rage Bouquets of genitsa, with dried seeds Forcing branches and rows to give the way At the bottom of a great oak draws a circle White sharped pebbles slowly are revealed Set down according the magic ritual Ancestral protection against artifices In the core of ring, lies down a pale shape Wrapped on itself, in a mistletoe womb Hair brightening up under first rose beams Peaceful and closed eyes, Vivien is asleep She silently travels, in far away worlds Those have no sense for simple humans She learns to the source the secrets of her Earth Who offers gifts and powers of Mother Time doesn’t exist where sails her soul She spends endless days , opening to knowledge Which many ones before have used with flame Women of Avalon remain in her memory A strange threnody comes to the sacred place Approaching quietly, kneeling down to her Merlin caresses the forehead moon carved, And, in a sweet whisper, Vivien is waking up Avalon Memories – Vivien Initiation - ENY
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On a large tumulus, an impressive dolmen A body is set on, unmoving, naked I can see the stars and from moon, the crescent Men and women approaching, all clothed in white At each quarter, they surround the kid Whispering together sacred words Pointing every phrase by an incense sway Made of mistletoe and sage, and melted herbs I’m there, and listen to the ritual, observing Thaumaturge, runic invocation My soul is so troubled, thrown out of time I enter, pressed by a blow, in the magic circle My feverish fingers put a blue clay On forehead and belly, displaying ointment Then recovering by plants, freshly cut leaves So Druids gather and raise the child Under the lying stone, he’ll stay longtime Watched and cared by curer magicians Then life will come back, in a stronger fire I see the whole being vibrating in thousand points All recede from me in a mist of ashes I know, deep inside me, I must come again Times and times again…so many things to learn Land of Avalon can’t die in me…never
Memories of Avalon**Initiation - ENY
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