A Love Poem

A Love Poem

 

 

This is a love poem, born of passion,

Of magic and dragons and strange compassion.

This is a love poem, born of joy,

Of swords and rivers none can destroy.

 

This is a love poem, born of strife,

Of fighting, despair, a cutting knife.

This is a love poem, born of truth,

Of victory and flight and eternal youth.

 

This is a love poem, born of peace,

Of the land we turn to when life will cease.

This is a love poem, born of hope,

Of prophets and fates of endless scope.

 

This is a love poem, born of my heart,

Enchantment and wonder here right from the start.

This is a love poem, born of my dreams,

Fantasy, magic, much more than it seems.

 

 

If you see me

If You See Me

 

If you see me, will you scorn me?

Will you flee, or will you warn me?

Will you go, no looking back,

Or will you stay, pick up the slack?

 

If you see me, will you aid me?

Will you just capture and trade me?

Will you still defend me now,

Or leave me, abandon your vow?

 

If you see me, will you hurt me?

Will you injure and desert me?

Will you turn away in shame,

Allocating me the blame?

 

If I let you see me, will you accept me?

Will you see the good, or regret you kept me?

All in vain, thrown out with the trash,

All you thought I was in ash?

 

If I let you see me, will I be safe?

Or will the bonds now start to chafe?

Love offered in face of truth,

For any old or any youth?

 

To let you see me, to make the leap,

Into the unknown, so dark and deep.

To have faith that you’ll be kind,

Not leave me in darkness, alone and blind.

 

If you see me and you scorn me,

In a way, I guess you warn me.

I show myself, then I see you,

Are you false or are you true?

 

When you see me, who will you be?

Kind or cruel, you will set me free.

Now I see you, all that you do,

The truth sets us free, me and you.

 

Knowledge that may well bring pain,

But either way I stand to gain.

To see you now as you are,

Evil, or bright as a star.

 

Truth is the most awesome gift,

No matter how much others drift.

To see all others with clear eyes,

Even those you do despise.

 

Bright and clear, watch your life shine,

With truth around you, like a shrine.

Knowledge brings amazing power,

And joy, again in every hour.

 

 

 

 

 

In accordance with the teachings of The Sword of Truth, Terry Goodkind

Wilfully turning away from the truth is treason to one’s self.

Magic

Magic

 

Do you wish to see fairy light?

Watch the mighty dragons fight?

Do you yearn to tell a tale

Of reckless daring without fail?

 

Do you wish to ride unicorns?

Do battle amidst blaring horns?

Do you yearn to cast a spell

And see the closing jaws of hell?

 

Do you wish to see magic?

To see a world where no one’s sick?

Do you yearn to live a dream

Your life inside a magic beam?

 

There is a way, now close your eyes,

And then open them to surprise.

See the world we live in now,

And see the magic in each how.

 

How have humans learned fly?

Soaring in dragons in the sky?

How are we enclosed in light,

In the day and in the night?

 

How do we ride for hours on end?

Metal carriage with your friend.

How do screens jump at a touch,

You finger lighter by so much?

 

Magic by a different name,

The laws of nature been made tame.

Science and magic, moon and sun.

You see, humanity has won.

 

Would you do it differently?

Would you do it differently?

 

Would you do it differently?

Would you fight or bend your knee?

Would you shout out to the crowd?

Or keep the words inside, head bowed?

 

Would you do it differently?

Would you set the slave girl free?

Would you make a running leap?

Or go back home and silence keep?

 

Would you do it differently?

Would you teach others to see?

Would you take the child’s hand?

Or keep your walk across the sand?

 

If we could do it differently,

How do we know who we’d be?

Alas we cannot change the past,

But those actions are not your last.

 

Will you do it differently?

Will you listen to the plea?

Will you stand and fight with them?

Or leave them severed at the stem?

 

Will you do it differently?

Will you hand condemned the key?

Will you strive only to fly?

Or go back home and just lie?

 

Will you do it differently?

Will you brave the raging sea?

Will you spare that one kind word?

Or follow along with the herd?

 

Will you do it differently?

Will you act, will you just be?

Will you do it differently?

Today is here, we shall see.