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THE LEGEND OF RUDWIN REVIEW

New poems

My old poems are still to be found here:

https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/6181560144667464310/2843769968222531142

I am writing all of my new poems here. This is an ongoing work and words will be added as time goes by. Thank you.

SO WE BEGIN

1. For there is in life a thousand beautiful marvellous things, marvellous things that stings, much a full of things, that brings, any marvellous things...

2. I like to dream a dream of thy face, thy many faces gleaming in the dews - what a mirror thy do use, as thou gleam in those many dews and diffuse thy gorgeous aroma into the skies...

3. Thy face, I knew, thou smile. Thy smile is to me a thousand different dreams, a life in a life. I dream my life, with thee, I dream my life. Thou art a dream... dream - please. Live my dream as thou lives - my dream please live. And as thou live, let me live, with thy gorgeous grace.

4. Thy face, Gorgeous grace. I live with thou - beauteous in sleep and dreams. And in sleep thy sleep with dreams of joy. Please enjoy your dreams as I, please be like I. Let me live your dreams.

5. For in thy face... Thy beauteous face, a dream is born of dreams - in thy face are dreams. Thy face is love, and thy face lives the dream, the dream of my love, my love my dream. No sweeter dream than thy love, thy brighter love, thy face my dream, no sweeter dream than my love.

6. For what are thy, my dream, my lovely sleep, my eyes eye, my dream. For in thy deepest bloom, my look becomes a doom in thy loveliest depths, thy vibrant depths, and thy colours become like my every step, for every step is thy step again and again, thy step thy heart that beats, my life with you it sleeps, forever with you, it sleeps as though it were awake with every light in the world.

7. Such stories make me wish I was there, as fair and fine as the air. The air in whose breath I receive, the many stories I weave. Thou might forget me, as time forgets thee - but I will never forget yea, and you will live forever as the tides are breathing in me, living inside of me. As long as the waters are beside me there will always be a story in the debris, O please, a story in the breeze, a story of the seas, a story if you please!

8. I remember that night when they came...

Long ago...

It was a wonderful night with a gentle moon above.

I remember it well...

The light came in through the window - but it was not the light of the moon to which my eyes were drawn.

I walked towards it.

It was beautiful to me.

And that was when I met them!

Fair and far they came - they taught me the secret of it.

I walked with them, beneath the moon, beneath the sun - they taught me the right of it.

With them I learned the light of it.

The joy of it.

There is light in dark and light beyond.

O I am so fond of those light folk from yonder.

Now I am home again, and everything is a strain.

They said they would return.

So I sit and wait by my window every noon,

Waiting for them to come back, to come back soon,

They said they would return,

They have not returned.

So I sleep by my quill and wait as much as I will,

I dream of them still, and I always will, I dream of them

In the night so still...

I dream of them.

9. I miss my music box...

But now I live among the rocks,

Down by the gulls,

Up with the gulls,

The old lighthouse stands and sweeps the floors at night with its lights

and it sleeps always in the daylight, it sleeps, except me... I never sleep.

Across the water I can see the arch of an old cave long drowned by the waves. I like to ponder what lay yonder, it helps the nights to wonder about that place where none no longer wander.

Then there came a day like any other day, but yet like no other day I have lived before.

There was a bottle washed up by the sea, and it came straight to me.

My hand moved before curiosity hand a chance to play its game and before my mind could even be given the chance to awaken I had the lid off, pulled out straight away.

There was a parchment inside - a single leaf of paper, and it read:

READ ME LATER.

And there were notes, musical notes written beneath.

By the blessing of a boon I could play a tune, and so I found my flute and played.

O I played and I played to the sound of the waves O how I played.

Then the gulls fell silent - the seas became calm.

And there was the cave revealed to me beyond the waters yonder.

I reached it by way of the rocks.

I crept my way down.

There was not a sound.

And there inside, waiting for me, there it was my old music box!

O my there it was, my music box there it was just for me...

Time for home for me, away from the sea, it was time for home for me.

Away from the rocks, because I had my music box, it was time for home for me.

10. There is nothing quite like what you are, brighter than the brightest star. The darkness has no hold over you, you shine the whole night through. There is nothing I admire more than you ruler of the skies your light is true...

11. For there is life in life and love livelier than love, in a single breath that thy take,

12. I see something that is not always seen, but should always be seen, the dream of thee in songs awake.

13. To thee time is like a mirror, as thy grow, thy soar, thy fly, so much has gone by, under thy eye, as thy limbs reach to the sky thou art a world among worlds. There is nothing stronger than thee, and nothing that quite inspires as much as thee for there is nothing greater to see as thy limbs cradle the world, your beauty unfurled, you cradle the world and stand mighty for all to see.

14. Ruby red rivers, divine, and in whose grace thy dine. Thy face blushes in a hundred mirrors gleaming in thy dew clad rivers. Thy mirrors are dreaming rivers... By jove! What a sight! Thy light, so bright, tonight, your light this night delight!

15. For there is in thy, thy little eye, thy eye, a thing to be seen yet always seen, glory unto thee thy glorious thing. For in thee there lives something that has to be seen! Colour. Life. Thou breath without strife! And yet there it is - without strife there is no life, and without life there is no sight, and without sight there is no sight of thee, or thy glory, my glorious glow, go, and live!

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Also take a look at:

My Games
Play Give 'em Hell
Play Elfin Quest
Witches Brew a short text based adventure game!
Also take a look at:
My YouTube Channel
My Books