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The whispering wind
As she sat one her castle throne she heard a whisper which she could not explain, so soft and gentle to her ear.
It beckoned her to come forward to the woods where she knew the minstrel fairies were though to dwell.
As she walked in her dream; like state she heard a soft sweet whisper in her earl like some mystical dance.
She was beckoned now from deep within her heart, and she could not understand!
The voice kept whispering of tales and things which could be shown her like none could dare to fight.
The whispers were of soft and warm stones near a gentle glen, with fragrances which could woo a woman from her thoughts.
She was drawn so softly to this soft glen and when she entered she saw a doe sip from a sweet water pond.
And the air seemed dry as she approached and a man came to her so tall and swarthy with a cup held out in his hand.
I beg of you sweet lady refresh yourself with this nectar from the gods which will help you se the light.
He spoke of things so softly but sure, that she took the cup without any fear or fright!
She took a sip from the cup and warmth came over her like a mist upon the wind..
It was here my lady began her romance with the creatures of the glen.
He sat her by a warming pool which seemed to feel so warm and soft to her touch.
He said to her take a bath from here and your problems will be noting more than toads.
He spoke of times when she was cold and the times she thought she had heard a voice upon the breeze.
There were times when she remembered when the soft and gentle touch of the wind would bring her to her knees.
He spoke of thing he would do for her and one thing only was required of her as the queen.
That she spoke nothing of the glen and when she was cold she would whisper to the wind.
His promise was simple but complex as he promised her many things.
He promised her warmth when she was cold, and to cool her body when she called when she was filled with desire.
He asked of her that she join him when she could and when she was cold she would always call into the wind.
He asked her to remember that she was a part of the land and the glen, once she promised the whispering wind.
She was so impressed when he offered her a cup of nectar in a flower which smelled so sweet.
She took her bath for many years here deep within the glen warmed by the cooling wind.
She was so complete that she forgot he obligations made within her life.
To care for her husband and children, who now thought abandoned by his wife.
He followed her one day into the woods and saw what began to transpire.
She seemed to melt into the ground, like some mysterious maid of tales.
She became so much part of all that was around her where she stood.
Her husband stood in eyes so wide as her body went from woman into wood.
He never did understand the powers of the mind when in a wooded glen
But when you come back this way remember the legend of the whispering wind.
Arthur Irving October 9, 2009©®
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The Light and Dark shine's within us all.
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The Light and Dark shine's within us all.
A man without love to keep his mind from going insane is like that of an empty shell.
To live a life without all that love brings condemns a man to pain and hell.
Love brings the light to the surface like the sun bursts forth in its might and splendour.
Love allows a man to give in to the wonders of the ultimate surrender.
Love keeps the Body free from pain and the aches that time will surely bring.
It will keep you young like the dew in the morning the first day of spring.
To open up your heart to one special person who stops your breath each time you meet.
It will hold you in a trance like that of a fawn when it is learning how to move its feet.
Without this love I hold I would cease to exist forever and a day; without hope of survival.
Without this feeling I would feel like time never existed and like a train with no arrival.
Love without someone can never live within my heart and soul I hold it in.
Without someone, I may as well let go; as though time and the world were nothing but a sin.
Like the stars above and the constellations in the universe so far distant from our home.
Without another my dear lady, the most beautiful of all the things above would leave me alone.
Like a song which was written so beautiful as to steal away your strength for any other song.
Without Love I would have no thought other than something was terribly wrong.
You give me strength to live and to carry on through all the bad and the good.
To lose this feeling you will undoubtedly turn my heart right straight back to wood.
If there is a heaven and God see’s the Love that I have each day and night.
Then I will see you there some day and once again we can share what seems so right.
You will always be my Mermaid who calls me through the dark of the night.
I will always be your Dolphin to sweep you away and carry you from all of your fright.
Art Irving for Marija: 10/09/2006®©
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The Light and Dark shine's within us all.
I feel life all around, my heart begins to shake.
I remember the look deep in your eyes, so sure and undisturbed.
My vision of this place and us seems so unperturbed.
But in a chance that I miss a glance, I paint you with the colors
found in words.
But when you listen close, it doesn't seem so absurd.
To take you into my vision of heart, I use many a color.
But none so bright that could detract your heart, from a glance
A smile your undivided look of life, I’ll try to do you justice.
Listen close, close your eyes and try to feel the wind.
If I were to paint you with words, then full colors would be my pallet.
I'd start with a simple background, so complex but like no other.
I would use the deepest of blues, just like I see in your eyes.
The look of trees and water, as soft as your flawless skin.
The brilliance of your hair, would represent my star.
The softness of your lips, shimmering Like sunset on a still and
Vibrant pond.
Your strength of care and your giving, painted a royal blue.
But in the morning when I wake, all things that come to pass.
I feel so good every time that I look, I hold you dear to my heart.
We've spoken of things, of love so gentle but with strength.
My picture if not put together in just the most particular way.
May scare the weak at heart, I’m so glad we are living day by day.
If my eyes stopped to see, I would never be at a loss.
For when you are in love, the colors are the boss.
You have to paint your own, just let it come from your heart.
If your love is true, your speaking is all you need to do your part.
Colors of love are always bright!
Hold your loved one Ever so tight!
Just look into my heart.
Dedicated to the ladies in my world Art Irving
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The Light and Dark shine's within us all.
To see something that strikes you as such beauty that it takes your breath.
I wonder if at that moment. If asked to describe what you saw, how would it be done?
Do you describe the colours of each thing you see? Maybe I need more depth. If you have a moment of your so precious time, I would try and change the way you see the world.
The scene: a graveyard of lost men who fought in a war that no one wanted but they answered the call.
An Arch in the foreground surrounded by a wrought iron fence and a gate leading in.
The scene. A slight hill with old rich coloured Sandstone changed by the acid falling upon its surface day after day, year after year.
There is a building to the right of the arch composed of the same stone but with a newer cleaned look sometime in the last twenty years.
There is a blue sky and it is late September on the East coast of Canada with the sun at an angle when it shines’s in your eyes.
There is a fence at the breast of the hill separating the buildings property from the graveyard.
As the sun casts it’s shadow on the stones black with age with some people walking through on the different paths.
The statue has carvings, which are so defined as that it leaves you with the impression that they were given the utmost care in each detail.
The carving on the top, with the stance of pride, or ruler of all who come through these gates!
In the background there are these beautiful trees standing guard over the secrets and keeping those at rest protection from any storm.
But through this strength, allowing the gentle flow of light through the branches and lighting the path’s found below.
Like watching fireflies on a hot summer’s night frozen in flight for a moment for us to see.
And the colour of the trees showing greys with a slight touch of Brown on the sunny side of each, with a thin line of gold reflection from the light bouncing off the bark.
In all this time the sun had progressed through the trees towards the lion that stood guard on the Arch. Then for a moment when the sun reached that critical moment on that day.
It looked like there was a golden light emitting from the Lions protective stance.
It was then that I realized, that he was protecting those who protected us all in some war in some country where each one finally had to fall.
I hope that these words paint a picture in your mind.
For these were the soldiers, Our Brother’s, our Friend’s.
And for that moment when you can see that moment in time.
Remember that they died for us and our freedom and our children everywhere today.
I guess what I would say to those who remember is that, when November rolls around each year show that you care and buy a poppy from your local legion
Art Irving22/09/2005©
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The Light and Dark shine's within us all.
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