Book of Poetry In roughly chronological order . . . Once in a land so far away, Oh! his scales, how they iridescently shimmered During his fantastic, fanciful flights Angels wings' feathers flutter in the wind Eyes full of love, from Heaven above Gossamer garments glow with her goodwill Kindness flows free to all she can see Mystical moonbeams meld in one's mind's eye Quelling quests of hate, opening love's gate, Singing sweet songs as she soars o'er the sea, Watermarks may rise and boats may capsize, Yesteryear's dreams, like flowing blue streams, As I sit out there I feel the enchanting trees The whisp'ring of the bubbling pool I feel the enchanting trees As I rest, the powers I feel the enchanting trees The flames of desire, leaping ever higher, blazing like a fire . . . Please tell me that what my heart tells me - The flames of desire, leaping ever higher, blazing like a fire . . . Is it really as it seems? Does truth lie in dreams? The flames of desire, leaping ever higher, blazing like a fire . . . Sometimes we deny the truth in life, creating problems and constant strife . . . But I thought I loved her; was it merely a cover, The flames of desire, leaping ever higher, blazing like a fire . . . Then can it be as it seems, can truth flow in both streams? The flames of desire, leaping ever higher, blazing like a fire . . . When we escape the clutches of youth, then may we finally admit to life's truth . . . So this is the answer, like some life-long cancer So it's truly as it seems, and truth flows in both streams The flames of desire, leaping ever higher, blazing like a fire . . . My Hazel-Eyed One, your face is so sweet My heart for you cries My Hazel-Eyed One, how I do love you My heart for you cries My Hazel-Eyed One, your lips are so sweet My heart for you cries My Hazel-Eyed One, you're such a mystery My heart for you cries If my hopes should rise . . . You are so wise, with deep and loving eyes Restless, my heart pines for naught but a fantasy Never knowing this is how true love would be, such sweet agony Only- only wishing you- you could feel this way too Ever will I dream of naught but this fantasy Oasis-like seem these dreams in bleak reality Torn between two unyielding plains Celtic mists swirl around Irish hills Winter's harsh breath coats my world in death, Life's paths wind through the maze of my mind Confusion and illusion Discontent is my heart's true intent Confusion and illusion So sorrow flows with loneliness Back to Book of Poetry Back to Bastian's Dreams.
Chapter One
Atop a mountain that touched the break of day,
There lived a dragon as white as snow,
Forever listening to the waterfall's flow
And his wings: Softly, whitely feathered
Oh! his eyes, blue as the skies too glimmered
And though long he lived, seemed not weathered
He had viewed so many wondrous sights:
Dwarven-forged weapons for ancient fights
And mystical, magical elven delights
Below winds a stream with a lake at its end
Caressing like a breeze the sands of a dream,
Delight dons the form of a brilliant gleam
Forevermore flying through the clouds like a dove
Hallow trees' leaves rustle where they once were still
Icebound hearts melt at view of her innocent face
Joyous jubilance follows sight of her sweet grace
Labyrinths of love touch all humanity
Nocturnal notions of nymphs now nearby
Overpowering feelings overwhelm the heart,
Perchance paradise perpetually start
Rainbows of benevolence from her radiate
Tapestry-tales of peace and tranquility
Unaware are we of her gifts unto us,
Vigilantly viewing our souls vitreous
Xebecs and all though remain safe in her eyes
Zephyrs, and other winds dissipate in sun beams . . .
In the sweet, magic-filled fresh air
Beneath the clouds without a care
Drinking the sun's glare
In the weather so fair
Charming me with the warm, soft breeze
Beneath the rustle of the green leaves
As I sit in the eaves
Of the enchanting trees
Granting calmness so serenely cool
Beside the tree, a blanket of wool
Upon which I lull
Escaping all things cruel
Charming me with the warm, soft breeze
Beneath the rustle of the green leaves
As I sit in the eaves
Of the enchanting trees
Of the fragrant field of flowers
Below the boughs weaving bowers
Shielded from showers
Daydreaming for hours
Charming me with the warm, soft breeze
Beneath the rustle of the green leaves
As I sit in the eaves
Of the enchanting trees . . .
The flames of desire, leaping ever higher, blazing like a fire . . .
The dangerous whispers - really aren't true
The riddle of my heart sunders it in pieces of countless wonders
At the daydreamy visions of my slumber's new view
The flames of desire, passion like a briar, dangerous as a pyre . . .
Can it be as they've whispered for years?
Yes- I now see, but why - why me?
Why has fate given birth to my deepest of fears?
The flames of desire, wayward and dire, making me a liar . . .
An easy answer to my starving heart?
No, I truly loved her, so truth will still hover
Beyond my reach, bringing me back to the start
The flames of desire, mixed thoughts like a mire, yielding naught but tire . . .
Can this be the truth I've wondered for years?
Yes- I now see; still, why - why me?
Why must this be the answer to my deepest of fears?
The flames of desire, never to acquire the truth drawing nigher . . .
An impossible test of my weak soul?
Ah, this is the answer, like some lewd romancer
Whose temptation rejection will e'er be the goal
So this is the truth I've pondered for years
Yes- I now see the truth quite clearly
To the question that's brought about naught but tears
The flames of desire, leaping ever higher, blazing like a fire . . .
Your body: enchanting delicious mete
Your wonderful, soft, wavy hair
To kiss you again, I'd walk through peril's lair
Your image returning, proving this true
Your will, if you so choose, could make me yours
To kiss you again, I'd pass through endless doors
To see in your eyes
Your body: alluring, creating heat
Your powers charm with but mere smiles
To kiss you again, I'd walk endless miles
To see in your eyes
Anything but despise
Your many talents each amaze me
Your praises I would inscribe on a thousand walls
To kiss you again, I'd walk endless halls
To see in your eyes
Anything but despise
Ending all my lies
You enchant me with your charm, with the slightest touch upon my arm
And you know I would be willing to do anything for you
I love you . . .
Yearning unendlessly for your closeness next to me
And your love is the only key
If only you knew how deeply I do feel for you
Loving and lusting, so new
Venturing mere slight hope, knowing it could never be true
Yearning unendlessly for your closeness next to me
Unyielding until together at last are we
Both plains exiling me into depths of despair
So dark and drear.
Upon one of those plains I dwell too long,
Torn once again into two.
"It's either this or that way"-true,
But which way is it?
Both are locked to me,
Or seem to be,
So in confusion and sorrow I dwell . . .
Wishing for a new world to open to me,
A world that wants me back.
Is there such a world out there in the dark blanket of existence?
I search for it endlessly . . .
Between trees, mosses, so eerily still
The sun sets unto twilight
The moon remains since daylight
And bonfires bring light
On Samhain Night . . .
A death of sparkling beauty;
It stills the soul, though creates a hole,
Longing for warm, new summers . . .
Ponder why I eternally cry
A sigh of sorrow fills my heart
Knowing I'll never be a part
Of my love's life
Set in like a delusion
Coulding my heart
Bewildering my soul
Still with me, killing tranquility
A sigh of sorrow fills my heart
Knowing I'll never be a part
Of my love's life
Set in like a delusion
Clouding my heart
Bewildering my soul
Removing all my happiness
Giving birth to naught but sadness
Confusion promises only madness . . .