Black Cat Amber EyeBlack coat with silken hair,Black Cat Amber Eye7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The eyes bright and young in years.
But what this glance is saying
Is as old as the world.
The eyes almost closed,
Snuggled and silent dreaming,
She lies like spilled –
Inwards restless, exuberant.
Stretched out peaceful and easy –
Gentle soul, full of happiness.
I ask myself what she might intend
By her soft glance?
Often, she lies around sleeping
And after a while, she opens
The little mouth and bends the back.
But everything without haste.
Then, when she starts to rub gently
Around my legs, purring –
It is only up to her
When she moves my heart.
When I take her in my arms
And look into her amber eyes,
How my heart warms up
And help me to believe in the good.
Black coat with silken hair,
On velvety paws slightly –
We walk together year for year
Until our journey will have come to an end.
And when once you will leave me, my purring companion,
So, I cover you tenderly with love.
And I think of you fondly what enlightens my spirit:
October Full MoonYour blood-red fruit in the sky let my soul flow,October Full Moon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You draw me slowly to yearning distances,
And while the crows’ croaks echo on foggy fields,
I travel to the stars, full of nostalgia.
The wind in the willows whistles with sorrowful flute tune,
And while I follow you to the destinations of our dreams,
I cast a glance at the scenery full of fruits.
From the depth of the earth, song and whisper raise.
Our love was already gone before it began.
I could only search but I never found you.
The sand of the hourglass vanished between our hands,
I had to get over the unavoidable farewell.
The gossamers of past dreams
Cover my thoughts like a web.
They make the brown-colored leafless trees shake
As well as my walk.
October full moon, take me with you on the journey.
Help me to fly to the other side of summer.
In a magical, eternal way
You and I will walk together under the fresh green leaves.
A Tale of Elves and FairiesA Tale of Elves and Fairies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At a time, when humans still believed in faeries and elves, they possessed power. A power of which they were not conscious. They created what they thought and only by their will-power the fabulous creatures of their fantasies came to life. So it happened that the lonely dark woods were suddenly populated by gentle wood spirits. Delicate elves, dainty nymphs, graceful little fairies swinging themselves from branch to branch left sparkling stardust on their ways. A wonderful mystical world was arisen und its habitants were just waiting for assisting humanity. Those who were desperate and sad could call them and they always came to help. Then it happened that the humans forgot the magical realm and a dark age began.
The humans had forgotten that they only need to believe for to see. Those who were desperate stayed alone and those being worried found no comfort any longer. The elven realm existed further on but it fell into oblivion. Humanity had become blind. Hundreds of years pass
A Magic Night of Sorrow and HopeA Magic Night of Sorrow and Hope3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel that something in the wood is other than usual.
There is a happy mood that is mysterious at the same time.
The senses are sharpened.
Like from afar I mean to hear the music of elves.
The songs they are singing are merry and joyous.
Songs that echo through the night that will not become dark.
Songs, penetrating deep into my soul.
That let me forget this world and make me dreaming.
But beyond all high mountains, under oaks and beeches dense.
There, where the moss has a sappy green and
The light breaks through the foliage,
Lies a pool deeply hidden, legendary and mythical,
Carries a whispering secret, conceals its power in the water.
Because thousands of elves were weeping, tears so enormously clear,
For the stream of life which had died tonight. For the oceans which do not breathe,
For the rivers deaf and blind, for the once so beautiful lakes which are only dried.
For the trees and the plants around lying in their agonies.
Nothing of the cheerful songs will ever dry their pain.
Soul MatesBetween dream and moon tides,Soul Mates2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The light weaves a new day.
A first glimmer lights the darkness,
Where even still a shadow lay.
For ages swings a song
From star guardians into the world
And first diamonds glitter,
Where luminosity falls on the water.
The young morning is still hesitating,
Promising us hardly the return.
Still the night wraps up the life
And silently breathes the great sea.
Then … finally, the golden time calls.
Water marries to the light.
And shining our heart sways
Where sunshine breaks through waves.
The wind carries my soul
On its wings away from here
To green valleys, ocean lights,
To blue lakes, to you.
You are the life, you are the dream.
You are my soul and my light.
And when the day draws to a close again,
I will not forget you.
Evening SkyYour last breath,Evening Sky1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You lie in my arms!
The colour of your life,
Runs through my hands,
Which gave you so much love,
Touched you to give,
My lips tremble,
But they remain silent,
The world sinks in pain!
In me slowly burns
Your paradise to dust!
The ashes of your life,
The clear crystal of my soul,
So gently covered,
As the evening sky,
Hugs my loneliness!
Birds of night,
Glide on silent wings,
Through the land of my dreams,
In which they take my heart
And carry it
Over the abyss of my life!
There they tear it apart,
In thousands of pieces so small,
Raining down on my life
In my darkness!
I see through my silent tears,
Which blur the beautiful moon
In the evening sky,
I see how I cry red tears!
They dip the moon
In a silent red!
Just for you …
I cry the colour of my grief.
Just for you …
I cry the colour of my love.
Just for you …
I cry the colour of your life.
Just for you …
I cry the colour of my pain.
The Soul GathererIn the night, he sparkled bright and clear.The Soul Gatherer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He was a child of the universe,
Rejected by all,
Because his thoughts wandered around her only.
She was taboo for him
But she turned his heart and mind.
Innocently, she did it –
Begged him for help.
He listened to her when she sang to him.
Nothing ever sounded more beautiful to him.
A jade priestess she was
And he the moon prince – unequaled.
She made him believe that she did not know him.
Their hearts melt into one another.
Never, she would know that the moon prince stole her soul,
Banned it into a jaded figurine, dancing to her melody.
A beautiful dancer she was on top of a musical box –
Wound up, the song of her heart could be heard.
Asking everybody for a wish she could grant –
Her voice rang in her victims’ heads.
She was ready to fulfill each wish.
But in turn the wisher had to forget a loving person.
His soul became her prey –
For she was cursed – the Soul Gatherer.
“Do you have a wish?
Night in the Fairy ForestIt was midnight in the Fairy Forest,Night in the Fairy Forest1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The light of the moon ... pale and cold.
Rustling ... the wind ... in ancient trees,
And fog light, full of lost dreams.
Then I saw them bloom along the way:
Star flowers ... - bright as a shining ray.
Then horror seized me with ice-cold hand,
Long ago, every child in the country knew:
When in the Fairy Forest at night the star flowers bloom,
Turn away and try to flee,
Because the fairies there, they have no heart... -
Their games only cause grief and pain.
Already fear and horror drove me away,
Out of the forest, to a safe place.
Then I saw a light in the distance... -
Unreal and cold, but it did not frighten me.
I went towards it and perceived no longer
That the forest was full of fairy laughter... -
A strange longing crept into my mind,
Let me forget the fear and dragged me there.
There was a chilling air surrounding me,
The light, it led me deep into the forest.
I had lost my way a long time ago,
I felt a strange painful sensation... -
Highly Sensitive PeopleThe first human job sharing might have been into shaman and non-shaman, with other words: HSP and non-HSP. The earliest task of a shaman or High Sensitive were probably the observation, interpretation and influencing of nature. It was HSPs who recognized the relations between man and nature, observed the weather cycles and interpreted the most favourable time for cultivation, harvesting or chasing. They were mediators between mankind and the non-human or godly world and thus some kind of a primeval priest. The conjuration of natural demons by self-created images with the help of rhythms and plastic models and the creation of communication with the higher powers could be considered as beginnings of ceremony and art. Besides the priesthood, HSPs also dominated the domain of art and science. Further traditional responsibilities of High Sensitives were the tradition and archives. In addition, HSPs often were competent in healing and health, the wholeness and life-help. Another resort was tHighly Sensitive People3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Natures Mystery ContestOk, so here it is the very first NaturesMystery Contest. What is it all about?Natures Mystery Contest1 month ago in Deviant Events More Like This
We want YOU to create the piece of art you best think sums up the Mystery of Nature. It can be in any media, Poetry, Painting, Drawing, Photography, Collage, Sculpture, Anything that can be uploaded to DA. It can be a new work of art, or if you feel you have the right piece in your gallery already, you may enter that piece. Each artist may submit just ONE piece.
We then want you to join our group (unless you are already a member) NaturesMystery and add the piece to the JULY CONTESET ENTRIES folder. The folder will be open for submissions between July 1st 2015 and July 31st 2015 after which voting will begin.
First round of voting will be for entrants only. You will get to pick 3 pieces you wish to make the final shortlist. ALL shortlisted pieces will get a permanent feature in our NaturesMystery group. You will not be allowed to vote for your own piece, and each vote will carry the same weight
Night in the Autumnal WoodNight in the Autumnal Wood3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slowly the sun is setting in the distance,
In the sky already the first stars are twinkling.
The river is shimmering like a silver band.
Peace invades the whole land.
Full and round the moon illumines the earth,
So that it will finally become night again.
But in the middle of the wood
There is a clearing fair
An elf is sitting under the trees
Lost in musing
I was sunk in better times.
Silent, timeless -
One with nature
Moonlight in the autumnal wood.
Leaves glisten softly,
Music strikes up
Beautiful like starlight.
The whisper of the worlds,
The glances of magic,
And the eternity of elves,
In dreams of dark ages.
In the shimmering moonlit night,
When the wind sleeps in the crowns,
I rise from the ground,
Wandering among the trees.
I feel by myself that never will
A human touch penetrate these grounds!
And the wood stands listening
To its own silence soundless.
And I lift my arms,
Looking up to the stars,
Like a lovely thought
Of moonlit loneliness.
Moonlight SonataWhen I walk over the wooded hills at midnightMoonlight Sonata2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the moon sketches my shadow
Smoothly on the moss –
When I raise my eyes to the firmament
And the Milky Way is reflected
In my mind like silver –
When the lucid fluxes of my heart
Flow upwards and fill the space –
The universe is trembling in joyful refreshment.
I whisper your name,
Draw you with my heart
And receive your light on the ether.
We rise over the horizon
Of profane and mortal narrowness
And dance to the sound of the heavenly harp ….
The midnight dance of eternity.
The Great PerhapsPerhaps the stars are in the sky for the number of souls that I love.The Great Perhaps1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perhaps the sun shows that we should also radiate like her.
Perhaps the night hides all our dark sides.
Perhaps the laughter takes away the pain and gives hope.
Perhaps the sea does not know where to spread, knows no bottom.
Perhaps the waves hit the shore, at low tide and high tide.
Perhaps the cycle of the sun, over hill and vale.
Perhaps the bothering dream, day and night.
Perhaps a balance tilts to the left or right.
Perhaps an uncertain decision, whether yes or no.
Perhaps is the dance rhythm of possibilities
Perhaps sits as deep as the sea of time.
HopeMagical night.Hope2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The CreationC lose your eyes, and then youThe Creation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
R eally can see what is yours.
E ventually, it will be no material.
A ll you can see is deep within you -
T he deepest soul, your true self -
E ager to strive for loving harmony.
Ode to the StarsLife is beautiful, being is beautifulOde to the Stars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On a world so clear and pure.
One who has never seen the light of the stars
Has never experienced how marvellous is the happiness
To look in the far distances
And to revel in the spheres.
Power and force are very important.
Wisdom and beauty are very weighty,
But the most beautiful in the world
Are the stars at the canopy of heaven.
To rove through the woods in the starlight,
To touch nearly the horizon,
Through the wide fields and plains,
Happiness will be almost prepared for you.
To experience love and happiness is fantastic,
All who do not devine this are great fools,
For who does know where the universe will guide us
With its stars in the firmament.
The flowers sprout, the trees stretch their boughs widely,
Sundry birds build their nests there.
What is of continuation, what of duration
Even in the green dress of nature?
Demonically the night breaks in,
Then the shine of the stars will be sparkling brightly,
The darkness does not last forever,
Star Child in WinterCarefully, I step on the white dusted grass.Star Child in Winter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The frozen evening dew moistens me.
It is cold – I do not feel it.
Only the silence of the night is all around me.
My hair becomes entangled in an icy wind.
So that I fear to be blown away.
I reach out for the branch of a tree
To seek help and protection.
In front of me I can see the forest in awesome loftiness.
The trees welcome me.
Finally I arrive at the spot I am heading to –
The clearing – a spiritual place.
I stop in the middle of this circle –
Symbol of eternity, image of perfection.
I wait and only my breath can be heard.
Time seems to stand still.
Then, at last – the clouds flee
And unveil the radiating face of the moon.
Its illumination seems to cover everything
With liquid silver.
Shimmering gold is mingling among the
Silvery glittering night-blue sky.
Unnumbered stars are strewn into the night.
High up I lift my face.
My eyes catch the light of the moon and the stars.
I know that the time has come.
Determined I lower my head,
I wish youI wish you an eye to see the wonders,I wish you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A listening ear to understand the word.
I wish you courage to speak your mind,
The resolution to suffer without complaining.
I wish you to have an eye for a sad heart,
The desire to soothe the other’s pain.
I wish you the light that illuminates your life,
The friend who follows you until the end of the world.
I wish you thoughts that make you feel happy,
The perseverance to swim against the current.
I wish you the insight not to pick a fight,
The wisdom to laugh also about yourself.
I wish you the patience to understand the pain,
Steadiness not to doubt in yourself.
I wish you the greatness to forgive the enemy,
The power to raise your voice against injustice.
I wish you a heart that beats only for you,
The helper that voluntarily carries your burden.
I wish you the courage to keep your word,
The strength to avoid trouble and disputes.
I wish you the joy of benevolent giving,
At all times the question for the purpose of life.
I wish you alway
The Birth of a New LightThe days are cold, the nights grow dark.The Birth of a New Light3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The garden has now turned grey.
The icy chill is freezing lake as well as bark.
The first snow has fallen earlier today.
The days are grey, the nights are long.
The garden has now turned white.
But from afar I hear a song
And see a wonderous light.
Up in the winter's dark night-skies
I see a bright new shining star
And in the air a great song lies.
The light seems not so far.
The night - it is the Christmas night -
It has come round now at last.
It turns all the darkness bright.
It gives the world a joyous sight.
It strikes for me a newborn light,
Embraces me with all its might
Before the night is passed.
The days are cold, the night is gone.
A bright and new sun rise.
The darkness of the past is done,
Joy in the morning lies.
Four ElementsFour angels hold the Earth into the light.Four Elements2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They look at us. We do not see them.
I sit in the middle and I feel myself small.
They look at me, sublime and subtle.
The wind blows from the East, the fire from the South.
From West the water flows, from North the earth glows.
Four elements, surrounded by light –
God sends love; we do not feel it.
Angels are wise; Angels are quiet.
I can only hear them if I really want to.
They love and protect the Earth so much.
Also us, God’s children – billions and more.
We are like one being – from above, from far.
The soul of humanity wears a golden gown.
For God we are joy – we carry His light.
He sees us as a whole when He talks to us.
One has ardor, another one takes it easy;
You are close to the water, a rock resembles me.
We are not good/evil, we are energy.
We balance in universal harmony.
Four angels hold the Earth into the light.
They look at us. We do not call them.
Start calling them. They are at hand immediately.
The velvety Dress of NightWhen nightThe velvety Dress of Night2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Raises her velvety dress
And wraps me up
In merciful darkness
All my ways guide me
Back to myself.
Through the vale of despair
Lead my paths
To the forests of mourn -
Guide me to a lake
Fed from my tears.
The trees whisper of past times
Of happiness and sorrow,
Whisper with a voice of yearning
Of dreams and wishes.
The wind brings me tidings
Of those who left
Whose dreams haunt me
Silent voices tell of ties
Knotted by magic power -
That move my heart.
Raises her velvety dress
And wraps me up.
The BardOnly the luck of the bard was itThe Bard2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To reach the heart of a beauty with his lute.
In the castle court –
There where knights broke their lances
And where streams of red blood
Drenched the white sand.
Where swords clashed
He let swing the strings of his lute
Far above all ranks –
Yawning and exalted –
Stopped feasting her eyes not on
The fighting turmoil.
“Fetch him, that young bard!”,
Came from her lips.
The herald hastened and within a moment
This news reached the bard.
The bard was no rude smith.
He sang a love song to the woman …
"My dearest guest! Secret friend!
Reveal us the high art …
The harmony of your songs
In my favour!
How had your mouth shaped the words?
Why does the sound of your lute equal
The feast of harmony?"
The bard broke his silence soon …
And called it “SPRING MELODY!”
Already long time ago
The love song of the bard died away.
Then I heard in spring
How the young girls sa
Weeping WillowI feel the warmth of a summer day –Weeping Willow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sky so wonderful in blue,
The grass in saturated green.
Step by step
I come to meet you.
Along the way
So many thoughts,
So many words in my head.
The stony way becomes shorter
And I see you approaching.
To my left
The blue lake in which you are reflected.
I touch your leaves.
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow ... do you feel me?
Do you feel the scars burning me?
Please remove it!
I thank you!
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow... do you see me?
Do you see my silent tears?
Please take them away!
I thank you!
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow... do you understand me?
Do you recognize my courage?
Please support me!
I thank you!
You stand at the lake,
So quiet and calm –
For me it is a place so peaceful and wise.
You seem to be full of sorrow,
But this picture is an illusion.
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow...
You are my hold.
With you it never gets cold
In this world.
Your foliage hangs down sadly,
But it serves a