Poetry thoughts keeping me awake again

Windfalls
by TwoHawk Speaking for White Eagle

A windfall of money
Like leaves from the trees
Windfall apples still good enough
For every boy do please.

A grab bag of honey
As Bear leaves The Meadow
The Bees stay behind
And lead you to their horde,
Rewarding you with your find.

Honey, the main
Of Celtic-made mead,
Good with Irish stew and bread
A Welsh-made tale of Brigid and Bard
Taliesin, Bel and Brie.
Oh you can reach in, net or not
And get quite a lot of honey
You can release a part of comb and clot
And let it fall.
The Bees won’t mind.
Damage is slight.
When they return home to their nest
They can rebuild it
Right back to the start.

Alas, that is not what humans
Do unto others
The damage done to The Heart and Soul
Is not slight,
It’s horrendous!!!!

Such might, such clout!
Such weaponry and such greed?
Will we ever find out
Why we can't fix things that way,
How to manage to eliminate
All the mess we’ve made of it
And how to repair The Misery Ride
And The Runway, how to
To make our day in The Sun
Bright once again.

Some say we already
Know how to,
We care about the consequences,
At least some of us do.
Others simply ignore the rules.

A windfall of generosity and love
Is taught in certain schools.
It’s a shame these fools
Haven’t learned its title, it’s name:

Compassion.

One on one, not 101
Its cost is little.
Its degree given
Its written in the original decree.
Its the promise we made
With our Creator........
And the womb He made for us
For Her, our dear Mother Earth
Our first-born home.
We must re-examine our contract
And make it well-known
To Him and to Her
THAT WE INTEND TO KEEP IT

So that we’re brought out into a world
Like a feather in the wind
Not a blast from a storm
A Windfall of innocence and delight
To cover all our previous misdeeds and blight
To grow into adulthood
Like The Queen and Her Drones
Together to create a Nest of Togetherness
So that Windfalls of Honey Blessedness
Finds a proper home
To store their lovliness.

The rest of this story is still unknown.
We’ve got to find the chapters missing
And re-insert them in between the roadmaps to peace
.........We seem unable to find.

Our history book and our school book lessons
Won’t be complete
Until we do.

Aho!

That Song Emblazoned on Your Chest
by All of Us

There I lay on my bed, Peace had overcome me
I shall nap, I said, The Night is long,
The Air is calm. I was wrong.
Sleep never came.
I saw you standing there naked in the rain. I wanted to cover you
Thinking you might get cold.
But a mist floating in the air came from another sky
Liquid sunshine came from your eye.
Warm and soft, it dripped onto my forehead
And crossed my brow, down the creases of Unreason
Next to The Bridge of Treason
And into my own eye,
Soothing the burning, yearning
I had for you.
Your warm tears kept coming, filling my mind with ease
Then I too shed a tear.
I mingled mine with yours
And out from the corner of my eye they did fall
Down my cheek and into the corner of my mouth.
I received them with open lips as though
The Drought in my life had turned to rain.
Yet they were not salty with sorrow or remorse
They were sweet and soft made of honey and gold.
Morsels of Joy caught momentarily on my tongue
Stuck between my teeth, ones I wouldn't want to brush away
Nor devour. I just wanted them to stay right where they stayed
Quenching my thirst of Olde.
Then I heard a flute say to me,
"Hell has passed away, Orpheus, I, your Eurydice
Am here beside you forever now."
Then I heard a harp sing and Epona flew by.
Perfume filled the air
The smell of Daphne, Vanilla and Carnation was everywhere.
In her mane were garlands of Gardenia and Daffodil
Butterflies dancing through every hair and strain.
"Come fly with me, dear Arthur,
Climb upon my back. To The Meadow we shall go."
"Your Gueniviere is waiting for you in that other sky.
Don't ask me why. The horses have all left The Table, The Carousel Round
The children have gone with them, too,
Leaving their nannies dumbfounded
Still hanging onto The Brass Ring they had managed to remove."

"Where did they all go?" I cried.
"To The Meadow of Lovliness, of Calm and Delightful Peace," She replied,
Pawing her feet on The Ground waiting impatiently
For me to take that ride.

So off we went from meadow to meadow, from sky to sky.
Plunging our way down to the ground,
Spiraling our way back into yet another sky.
Soon we came to you again.
This time the softness in your eyes, the silky skin,
The tender hands caressing my face
Unguent sweet dripping from your breast like
A Masseuse blessed, a Warrior's sweet rest.

"I knew you'd come back, Arthur. I knew that you would re-awake.
You weren't really sleeping, were you?
I have waited so long. Glastonbury Castle remains strong
Tor tower still standing
Glistening while The Morighan below still weaves your gown
Burial clothes of bloodied linens,
Now woven into silken finery only she can sew.
Its magic! She can do that.
Your men are here, too, with their brides by their side.
The table is reset, The Grailis here to receive you all.
Drink ye of it, soft amber rosé
Silver-tongued elixer brew. No bloody red for me and you.
The Christ has come down from his cross.
His mother knew he couldn't hang there for long.
Too powerful for anyone to drown him in their own disbelief.
The Land is now at peace with itself, and so are we
Because you have returned to me.
It is so!"

"Am I not dreaming? Is it true?
I lay myself down but for a nap. It was night then
Many a day has passed, noon has come and gone
Yet The Moon is still dancing on The Horizon
Though The Sun has risen and shone above the clouds."

"She will follow her lover forever, dear Brother,
Though he has flown away to reign throughout the days forever
They never leave each other's side. Didn't you know that?
Just like you and I," She replied.

"But you are thousands of miles away," I cried.
I am lying here in this bed alone
This apartment so dingy, so small and forlorn.
How is this so?"
But there was no answer.
Then The Flute reminded me with her melody
That mortal life is but a chorus, a house, an apartment, a hut
A place to hang your hat.
None of them are not a home if you don't see it as such.
Nary a speck of distance lies between The Chorus and The Refrain.

"Besides you are the musician and singer of both
We The Hidden Choir," sang The Reed as she joined in with The Flute
"When you pass The Threshold of Need and become immortal
YOU become The Song....

When you pass The Threshold of Need and become immortal,
We all become The Song....
We all become The Song....
We all become The Song....

Oh, Thank you, thank you all,
Dear Orpheus, Eurydice, Gueniviere and Morighan
Thank you Epona for taking me with you to The Summerlands"

"You're welcome, Arthur. Just remember
That Song is emblazoned on your chest.
Dreamtime isn't that far away.
After all, you and I just passed through a million bars of The Song
While you thought you were taking a nap!
Wake up fully, dear Brother and keep singing that song!
Forget the map. You found your home all by yourself."
And with a twinkle in her eye, she lifted her golden mane
And tore through The Skies again
In search of yet another Warrior standing naked outspoken in The Rain
Ready to be held in the arms of his Beloved
Lying there waiting in yet another
Meadow of Love for One Another
In The Cloudless Sky on The Other Side, in The Cloudless Sky
Don't swerve for a single instant just to avoid her, brother
Stay right on course spiraling towards her.
The path isn't that wide, you know.....

Aho!