tranquil warrior

He’s standing there, hands interlaced at the back of his head,
seemingly listening to a tune carried by the wind from faraway places
(and he’s wearing their patterns to keep himself warm in the wind)

Wisely smiling at the antics of youth,
laughing and fighting both coming from the heart
(and he’s as relaxed as a warrior can be)

In the blink of an eye his stance will change, complete control of mind and body,
with every fibre and muscle ready to face the world
(and he does so with thoughtful tranquility)

silver bells for you

I want to weave silver bells, tiny, tinkling silver bells
into a bouquet of flowers for you to smile at
into strands of leather for you to wear
into rainy days for you to dance to
into my words and stories for you to dream of
I want to weave my silver bells into everything for you.

 

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Inspired by a picture on a friends blog, my soft spot for tiny silver bells, and song lyrics about the rain playing tambourine I made up for a story.