Beisla's Poems

[Beisla]

Travel the mountains gray and cold
far from your home, to tales untold.
Don't tarry now, time won't allow
through the silent song the path gleams gold.

What silenced the sound of the whispering wind?
What shattered the tomb of the ancient king?
Your feet must flee - your kin needs thee
to answer the questions that burn within.

The trail runs down to lands unknown
but gone are the birds and the grass turned stone.
The silent green song – by choice is it gone?
What folk would the gifts of the earth disown?

No answers or help can this realm provide:
sky black and red knew the forests once wide.
Home calls you clear. If your heart’s sincere,
the song and the past won’t be denied.

Travel the mountains gray and cold
what part of the tale can ever be told?
Embrace your past, may the song yet last.
Every green thing the earth made is still worth gold.

[Beisla]

Echoes

I walked a cold winter night
the trees covered with snow,
when through me went an echo
from places my soul will go.

It traveled

from the beginning of the world
to the end of its days
and hidden within
all the secret ways:

something strange, something old,
something new, but never told

The secrets of those forgotten
or how the future's won
only whispers from past ages
and echoes from times to come.

[Beisla]

Through the woods they ride, they ride
white and black: the snow and night.
Torches glimmer through the trees
their gallop sounds the end of peace.
They fly past in an endless line
leaving whispers dark, malign.
Forgotten not the oaths they swore
the time has come: they ride to war.

[Beisla]

My bike flies with the wind,
my legs will not tire
my heart is alight
with the summer’s fire.

Nothing to stop me,
with the light I can race;
I have all I could wish,
now I sing summer’s praise:

Blue is the sky
and blue are its eyes,
white are the clouds
and the warm summer nights.

The light fills my veins
to fade perhaps never,
for when summer is now,
then now is forever.

[Beisla]

A summer is forever
forever the light,
forever the green
of the golden trees.

A summer is forever
endless dreams in summer clouds
forgotten, lost; but heard, no doubt.

A summer is forever
in summer winter's cold and sleep
never are, never were, and never will be.

A summer is forever
night is somewhere far
In summer
I don't miss the stars.