Forgotten Hearts

Bhryn Astairre · Jun 12, 2004

A memory has fallen by the wayside
It flutters like a dying bird.
You wonder where you had misplaced it
Perhaps it had gone unheard.
You always try to recall the best times
But forget all the bad in due course.
What is pleasure without any pain
Or a life without love or source.

You want to remember those feelings
How you felt on fire inside.
But you lost all those emotions a way back,
Fallen forgotten by the wayside.
You don't know the faces around you
And the hearth and the home is cold.
A book of words cannot comfort
A sacred memory has tarnished like gold.

They say there's always a time
To let go of those memories dear.
But you'll cling to what you can remember
And lament what was lost and feared.
It flutters so empty and patient
Waiting for you to return.
You left it back there in the dust and the dirt,
When the tears began to burn.

You'll not go back to the wayside,
Nor darken the door of your past.
You'll not face everyday, in the same way
Nor try to hold on and tighten your grasp.
Your face is marked still by the laughter
Where lines have become, recall smiles.
It might be forgotten in your heart of hearts,
But that memory was yours a-while.

A long time ago you abandoned it,
The wayside became home as befit.
Try not to cry as you curl up and deny,
That you left your heart by the wayside.

~ Bhryn xxx

Bhryn Astairre · Jun 17, 2004

Sonnet for The Forgotten

Life is like a dream from which you must wake
To ignore the comfort of sleep so warm.
A life spent watching a world that is fake;
A day is mortal and forever dawn.
The soft embrace of your fantasy fades
As from the horizon comes rising sun.
Recede the wishes that you once did bade,
Serious life taken, all things are gone.
Spend hours by the mirror, recall your face;
When dreaming is over, it won't exist.
This home that you turned into your own space,
Memories will linger long after dust.
Touch fingers to starlight, goodbye to dreams;
Rest now in sunshine and sacred sunbeams.

~ Bhryn xx

Bhryn Astairre · Jul 11, 2004

You burn all the memories away,
You touch the starlight and forget.
You had a world in the palm of your hand
A lifetime of no regret.
What made you change my love?
What caused this pain
To grow inside your forlorn heart:
To raze this world again and again.

You'll say that I cannot understand,
That I have forsaken you.
Deep down where light remains
You know that this isn't true.
What it made me was entirely less
What I became was strong but hard.
My emotions had died along the way
A bitter handful of broken shards.

You could burn all the pain away
And live in peace like you should.
But the agony of waiting here
Has toyed with your sense of good.
I wish that I could take it
To never let you cry alone.
But the simple truth is I do not
Want to be back home.

A world of anguish dark and cold
Where war was my second name.
You'd put me on a pedestal
With celebrity in violence, fame.
I just want to make you see
That every wish I send to you.
In my heart I have not forsaken
My daughter who was not cruel.

You could stretch out your hand
And with a sentence chain a life.
The fire of madness eats your soul
With burning hunger it causes strife.
Write a rainbow and shed a tear
But It comes down to simple truth.
A standoff 'tween the mother
And her child grown up now, too.

A test to call the fires of Heaven
And rock the foundations of the Hells.
You call down all your magic:
I, with sword will meet you well.
My words are like chaff to the wind,
My eyes are sad in shadow, they lie.
Your furious temper disconcerting, say:
"Some angels, deserve to die."

~ Bhryn ~

Soon Alantie... Soon.

Bhryn Astairre · Jul 27, 2004

Oh my child what have you done?
Where has all this time gone?
Where fell your dreams in distant sun;
When I believed that you were the one...

Oh my child, what did you do?
What made such a monster of you?
What shook your heart to half it true?
It's all my fault for forsaking us two.

Oh my child, where will you flee?
There is no place that I cannot see;
I'll come with sword to judge what will be,
A silent thrall to our secret destiny.

Oh my child that knows no love,
My gift sent from up high above.
You failed, my heart to with care, move;
In some forgotten or hidden cove.

Oh my child, was it just one slight?
A sad mistake or an oversight?
I could have been there every night
But my role took what was left for light.

Oh my child, I sit and talk to God,
But he isn't listening very hard.
Did he not listen for your song as bard?
Words destroy you, unhealingly scarred.

Oh my child, I regret and I burn;
For all that you want and yet for yearn.
From my tragic tale of woe I learn:
That tides of fortune will ever turn.

Oh my child, what have I done?
Look with sad eyes at what you have become.
Does your heart lay heavy as a tonne?
In my tomb of tombs, my love has gone.

Bhryn

Bhryn Astairre · Aug 8, 2004

A note stuck onto a thorn, the parchment a pale faded yellow and burnt at the edges. The writing is in simple black ink and the message conveys a sense of the writers... sorrow.

Struck and hewn a cleaving blow
To that once fair and bright.
A shadow blade. I think you know
That it breathes comforting night.
Stars of green will spiral in you
To guide you down to sleep
Eternal. Spare the many for the few
In which you find you cannot keep
That which made you unique.
Humanity is fragile and easily broken
By those who hunt and seek
For the absolute. A small token;
Now I see this in your eyes,
Your father's eyes so wide and blue.
A worldless sky where dreams can fly;
A worldless love turned aside too.
Ah but that I had seen it sooner
And not made those mistakes, dear.
Blade in your heart, mind lunar
Eclipsed by those old tears, tears.
"Ah yes," you cried softly to me
Putting your hand where Ragnarok rested;
And smiled. You smiled, it was free.
"Now I have an ending," you contested.
I watched with fright as you fell,
So long in the falling and so quick
In the dying. Gone. How can I tell
You what I wanted? Words stick
In my mind and my throat so dry.
The sword sings now with it's twain
Close by. I lift it and do not deny
What I must once again be, fain.

Truth, averro, my daughter fair;
For I had never forsaken, only forgotten.
Averro, truth, my daughter fair;
I will make it right, all that was begotten.
Truth. My name rings like a bell in the skies,
My heart ablaze with the sorrow in my eyes.

~ Bhryn ~

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