~The Dragon Flies Lair~

Poets | August 27, 2003 | bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragon Fly and Me

If I could be a Dragon Fly
and wing my way through the sky
I would never be shy
just me and my Dragon Fly!

By moonlight we ride the wind
chase the comets tail for fun
by day we would hide from the sun
our fragile wings would come undone

On darkest nights we would use
fireflies as our guides
we would dip and we would glide
through the heavens open wide
and scatter diamonds in the night sky
my Dragon Fly and I...

And we would wing past our lovers
silent in the night...
to kiss their face in our flight
much to their surprise and delight
my Dragon Fly and me in sight...

Such a view do we share
away up here in the air
of breezes soft through our hair
my Dragon Fly and me a pair...

bentfeather©

[Darksheare]

Sis will probably correct some of this, but here goes:

The night has come, the leaves have fallen -mine until 'the leaves'
And amid the ashes of what once was, I stand - Mine
Staring at the glow-worm sparks of my pyre -Mine
My heart is aching, nay is breaking for the love I'd lost but never found -Sis
There in the dark I weep, my tears fall to the ground - Sis
There is a soft wind around, picking leaves up at my feet -Sis
Such silence, such emptiness, not even a heart beat -Sis until 'not even a heartbeat'
A broken heart that beats no more -Sis
I hide myself behind a mask, a smiling mask -Sis until 'a smiling mask'
Always... always -Sis
...nevermore... -Mine

Sis, that about the right breakdown? Or did I overlook something again?

[SAMWolf]

Boy Did I ever get it wrong.

[snippy_about_it]

Hey, I didn't do so bad.

No fair splitting up lines! tsk, tsk.

[Darksheare]

Well..
No fair splitting up lines?
Uh oh..

Sis and I did another joint effort.
Almost as bad as the first...

[Darksheare]

Here it is, "Under Shadow"

Hello, I'm sorry.
I didn't see you sitting there.
It seems that you're under a shadow
-And I just can't see through.
And all our shadows hover over
And hover over all we are
Until all we see is the dark of the night.
And we fade from thought
Not unlike fever dreams
Or a summer tempest affair.
Shout against the shadows!
Stand up out of the night!
Do not fade from the light
Do not become a memory.
Or face the fate I have become
and sit stripped to the soul
under a shadow of your own creation.

..how can I love anyone else,
when I can't even trust myself?


Sis, you answer this one when you can.

[snippy_about_it]

I was finally able to listen to the music. A beatles marathon. Good songs. I enjoyed them.

[snippy_about_it]

I think the bottom half of the poem is all Darksheare.

Not unlike fever dreams
Or a summer tempest affair.
Shout against the shadows!
Stand up out of the night!
Do not fade from the light
Do not become a memory.
Or face the fate I have become
and sit stripped to the soul
under a shadow of your own creation.

..how can I love anyone else,
when I can't even trust myself?

[Darksheare]

I descry, the Dragon's eye
It's glist'n scaly gleam
It's crooked wings, a wicked thing
A twisted fever dream
O' fangs and folly, never is jolly
A trampling midnight scream
Tail unmeasured, hiding his treasure
Hidden beyond the stream
His fire and dread, lair littered with dead
Until the hero's sword does ream.

Not very good perhaps, but I have a bit of a cold at the moment and it popped into my head.
I will be 'tweaking' it later.

[Darksheare]

Hello, I'm sorry. -Sis
I didn't see you sitting there. -Sis
It seems that you're under a shadow -Mine
-And I just can't see through. -Sis
And all our shadows hover over -Sis
And hover over all we are -Mine
Until all we see is the dark of the night. -Sis
And we fade from thought -Mine, I think
Not unlike fever dreams -Mine
Or a summer tempest affair. -Mine
Shout against the shadows! -Sis
Stand up out of the night! -Sis
Do not fade from the light -Sis
Do not become a memory. -Mine
Or face the fate I have become -Mine
and sit stripped to the soul -not truly remembered, may be both
under a shadow of your own creation. -Sis

..how can I love anyone else, -Mine
when I can't even trust myself? -Mine

Sis, did I booger this one up?

[Darkchylde]

Usually when we write poetry together, I
haven't slept & therefore don't remember
much. He had to remind me what lines he
was sure he'd written & what I wrote.

It's all your fault, I have haiku stuck
in my head. I write the best ones with
no sleep. How does that work?

[Darkchylde]

Softly, our lips touch.
The passion's overwhelming.
Please, don't let me go.

Tears fall to the ground,
but they're hidden by the rain.
You don't see my pain.

See?! It's your fault, Snippy!
What do you think?

[Darksheare]

I had nothing to do with it, that's for sure.
Hey, for once ya kenna blame me!

[snippy_about_it]

you both are too similar for me. lol.

[snippy_about_it]

Ha ha. Romantic haiku. Very good!

[Darksheare]

EEeek!
I can pick out which is from her, but then again, I know her nuances.
*chuckle*
Don't worry, after awhile, you'll be able to pick out the difference.
It's just a matter of exposure.
*chuckle*

[Darkchylde]

Thanks. Was up writing at 4-5
in the morning again.

In a lover's daze,
we have no need for words now,
just hold me closer.

[snippy_about_it]

Very nice. Now try to rub some of that romanticism off on your brother's writing. lol.

[Darksheare]

Romanticism?!
Ick, ack, ptui!
Nyet, no, nein, non, negative!
I wasted romanticism elsewhere in my life, and it didn't work!
*keels over*

[snippy_about_it]

LOL. Silly Darksheare.

[snippy_about_it]

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