poor little upside-down cake...your bottom's on your top.

fimmtudagur, febrúar 01, 2007

Mara, Mara

Listing through the reeds
a breeze blows your voice to me

I remember so well when you called
Now I call you from accross the other shore

Mara, Mara, mysterious whisperings
They call to me through the tall grass

But when I come, there is no one
Oh Mara, the face I once saw smile

When you peeked at me and beckoned me to follow
When we ran free through the fields...together

What has happened? I was long away
And now I come back, but you are gone

Mara, Mara, your mem'ry is but a shadow
Your sighing voice haunts me

Have I failed you Mara? Are my Journeyings vain adventures?
Your silhouette wanderes through the forests...Mara, I was not here for you.

Now I must lay me down to weep and mourn
Do you frown on me from above? Does my sorrow make you happy?

Are your listeneing to my laments or is my voice forever muted?

Wrote that just now.

2 ummæli:

thefreak sagði...

That is reeeeaaaallly cool. I like it lots =)

Your stuff reminds me a lot of Tolkien.. =P I wonder why.

Chrysler sagði...

Thanks...now that one is spontaneous! I wrote it as I went.

Does this one? Why?