My Dreams....

Come with me
and you'll see what I mean,
There's a world inside no one else ever sees
You will go so far in my dreams, somewhere in my dreams
You dreams will come true...

Don't let go
If you stay close to me
In my dreams tonight you will see what I see
Dreams to dream, as near as can be Inside you and me
They'll always be true

...And still I dreamed he'd come to me,
That we would live the years together
But there are dreams that can not be
And there are storms we can not weather...

...I hope that now
That look so grey
Has come near
From far away

To say a word
In kindness to
One who really
Does care for you

Your eyes still cold
But come alive
A steely blue
But no more as knives

That once cut deep
The wound’s still there
Please tell me
That you care

Dreamland continued

The rest of the story.

Dreamland

Have you entered into dreamland yet
have you crossed the golden sea?
Has the sun on the horizon set
are you sleeping peacefully?

Has the moon in her splendour rose
Is she shining large and bright?
Are you watching as her golden birth
Glows throughout the night?

Now as the sun is rising once more
Is your head alseep, at rest?
Or did you wake the whole night through
Was starlight your midnight guest?

I thought I heard a fiant sound
But I guess I might be wrong
Indeed the stars did shine upon
Your room the whole night long


The sun now wakes you
The world is now aglow
So raise your sleepy tired head
You rested now I know

Did you dream the whole night through
Were they peaceful thoughts?
Was your sleep comforted
Or was comfort what you sought?

I hope the night was not afraid
And hope the sky though dark
Kept you warm underneath
Its blanket made of stars

What thinkest thou?

Hey Grym, its for you. Finaly an unromantic one. Ya happy?

Grym the Cruel

(Who once was 'Raen)

I have a friend, her name is Grym

she once had glasses without a rim

Then on day she stood and said

"I think I shall get contacts instead"

So off she went to the Dr.'s place

off cam the glasses to reveal a lovely face (don't hit me, it had to ryhme.)

Even though Grym she be

she is my friend not enemy

There are somethings we like the same

one of them Star Wars by name

And other things like the color green

even though I've made her scream

So we have a special bond

of some things we are both fond

Like writing poems that ryhme

and ones that don't when we have time

And so to you I dedicate

this poem that I know you'll hate

It is for you I wrote it out

"Do you like it?" of that I doubt

Please tell me what you think

from your comments I will not shrink

Oh, most noble Grym the Cruel

over whoes domain doth rule

From your friend Chrysler the Great

whoes power you doth underestimate

Longing heart, Weary soul

A monk's heart:

Standing on the threshhold
of your heart,
I hear it singing sweet melodies
a prayer of a murmuring dove

In deep quiet woods your song
is hardly a song,
Barely a voice can I hear
only the music of holy thoughts

I loved you so dearly
yet I departed,
The calling of God was strong
I have served Him long years

You heard the same faint voice,
you answered,
We parted together, for one reason
we hold now the same truths

Even in the many parted years
we have spent,
Nothing can mar the echo of your voice
I hear it still amid clamour and in silence

Strong though my convictions seem
and years firm,
My heart has faltered and my eyes longed
but unattainable are you, lost forever

Yet because of your absence
you remain,
Forever the same, like a spirit
you still fill the empty space

So now I dare to look upon your memory
where for years,
I would not venture to dream
it is not sin, my conscience is clear

But my place has been filled
I feel the pain,
of knowing life runs its course
yet no room is there now for me

Would that the dead com back
would they too,
fell this great sorrow?
or rejoice in wounds now healed?

The emptienss shall never be filled
true love is irreplaceable,
"but veiled and made fruitfull as time
and nature veil all ruins"

A nun's soul:

Locked inside cold stone walls
the world is shut off,
I have not known life and youth
these years seem as a blur of monotony

I have purposed to break the spell
but I am harassed,
I must make my escape
buth there are others yet I go alone

I am free but my soul is troubled
you are still gone,
you are suffering in a dank cell
they tortured your strength from you

God has given me peace
I know not where,
If you are yet liberated
but my soul is commforted in Him

Alas! A stranger yet familiar
you have come,
My mind goes blakc but I hear
your trembling whispers to me

I am revived, my eyes open
leaning over me,
I see your pale guant face
it is full of love, we are together at last

I wrote this one while reading a book. It was about the reformation but it actually did have some romance in it. I wrote the two parts on seperate days but they go together. The monk and the nun, Frtiz and Eva eventully each leave their convent and get married. It was an exelent history book. Well, G.T.R.

I made her cry!

Today I have become a sucsesful writer. My writing has taken on true meaning.
I declare it, I have passed a landmark.

I wrote a poem for a friend of mine several months ago. We weren't in touch and so I was never able to show it to her. You know which one I'm talking about Grym, Fading Remnant.
Well, she got my e-mail address the other day and we've been writing. So I sent it to her.
And It made her cry! My writing made somebody cry! Me! Can you beleive it?

Anyhow, I thought that was neat. I know you've seen it but for the invisible persons out there who read my blog, (ha, yeah right) I'm going to post it.

“To my dear friend Melanie:
May God always bless her.”



Fading Remnant

I never knew you, never knew you,
but you’re my kin just the same,
I’ve never seen you, never seen you,
I didn’t even know your name.

A fading remnant is my past,
a memory never foretold,
A dark shadow that can not last,
my life you must not withhold.

God gave me people to be my family,
and them I’ve always known and loved,
Theirs was I foreordained to be,
a blessing of God, from above.

Now you live so far away,
and I have found you at last,
Here I just can not stay,
I must find the fading remnant of my past.

Your daughter I may be by birth,
though others have loved and raised me,
Here is my place on this earth,
here is where God placed me.

Though there are others I dearly love,
the knowledge of your presence calls me,
Softly quietly like the coo of a dove
your face I must at least once see.




This fading remnant must not fade,
my heritage not lost,
Mustn’t be buried by another’s spade,
where I’m from, hoe much I cost.

And so to catch this fading dream,
I must go away,
For a time, maybe though hard it seems,
my minds made up I will not sway.

Good-bye to all I dearly love,
good-bye to friends I know,
I stand, look back and wave my glove,
the fading remnant to overthrow.

Productive Vacation

I can't beleive how lame I'm getting. That 's the most awful post title.
Actually, it really should be productive road trip. I wrote four poems in the car on the way down to Miami last Thursday. Four!
Two were inspired by the Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the ring, which we were watching. I didn't use any of the names so it really could be anything, but that is what made me think of it. It was dark so I was writting by the light the TV gave off which was not that easy.
The first I called Lady of Light for when Arwin comes to Frodo when he had been stabed on Weathertop, she was dressed in white and was glowing and was a light to him. Then as we were watching the movie I realized I had made a mistake. I'm watching and the Fellowship reaches the heart of Lothlorien, there stands Glorfindel and announces: "Home of Lord Celeborn and Galadriel, Lady of Light." Oops. It was too late anyhow, there was no way to change it and if you read it and know anything about the Lord of the Rings you'll be able to tell it is talking about Arwin and not Galadriel.
I was reading my name book the other day and you know that name (Arwin) is in there under the boys names. It is actually the name Arvin, but one of the alternate spellings is with a "w" since "w"'s are pronounced like a "v"in German. It means "people's friend".

Lady of Light

Pericing the darness
like a white sword

O, Lady of Light
bringing peace with you

Bright rays of light
seperate the evil from us

Who can create darkness?
but light thou hast made

Out of inmost self
you are in the beams

Part of them you have become
in them & of them you are

Lady of Light, and bright hope
hope dawns in the west

But as a star art thou
a glimmer in the dark East

Do not fade, oh snine
ever light up the world

But you have pledged
your life is now bound

Wandering among the lonely
you lay yourself down

Unable to go on
you fade, forgotten

Asleep, peacefully
flowers grow over you

The light has gone out
the star has faded

Gray peace now lies
over a cold, hard land

Rest is there for few
but for you all is dead

I know what you're thinking. Chrysler doesn't even know where the sun sets and rises. Its not talking about that. The West, means the western world and the same with the East. Remember the dream Boromir had? That's where that comes from.
I really don't have time to write the other's down right now. Even if I didn't write a single poem for another, like three weeks, I would have enough to post for the next month.