Master Smith

Strike the anvil
Hammer the metal
Feed the fire
Day and night
Strike turn strike turn
Turn strike turn strike
Strike turn strike turn
Turn strike turn strike
Soak in water
Repeat again
Day and night
Hour after hour
Hammer the metal
Form and bend
The metal obeys
As the smithy commands
Year after year
The hammer falls again again
Raising sparks
Bellowing smoke
Forging and making
Day after day
Month after month
The same stroke again again
There the novice passes
And the master is born

The Lies We Hear

Lies are strange
Lies are weird
They are sweet to hear
And wholesome to our ears
Yet they are poison to our soul
Poison to our lives
Yet we will drink them all
We accept without fail
All around we wade through
Hearing lie after lie
Yet we do nothing to challenge
We do nothing to find the truth
For we are told the truth is a lie
And we are fools for falling for a lie
While all the while
Their silver tongues
Whisper lies to our ears

Sleeping Hours

Day has ended
Night has fallen
The thunder of the day
Gives way to the subtle of the night
Beasts, great and small
Make their way through the night
Though man slumbers unaware

Yet here I lay
Wide awake
Unable to sleep
My mind rushes and rushes
Where the people sleep
I lie awake
Where the people rest
My soul stirs uneasily

Night has fallen
And my soul wanders
Across the landscape of my mind
There I see myself
My worries appear as mountains
My fears as canyons
My hopes as distant fields

Though all around me
The shadows of my fears
Rise and close in
Yet far above me
The stars of my hope
Shine far above me
A hidden hope of mine

Wandering Soul

Hour by Hour
Day by Day
I toil and ply my trade
Sun up to sun down
I work all day

Yet my soul is far away
Past the cold buildings
Beyond the paved roads
My soul wanders alone

Through distant woods
Beneath star filled skies
My soul walks afar

It links by the streams
Of hidden valleys
It stands upon mountain tops
And distant ocean shores

Though my feet have never tread
This distant places
Nor has my eyes seen these sights
My soul lives there now
And my heart longs to join

Friends

No wit to write
No thought to ponder
Just a desire to slumber

No want for games to play
No series that I must see
Just a desire to sleep

No desire to talk all night
No want to read by moonlight
Just a need to sleep

Then a friend calls
And I come awake
A grin upon my face
Without a thought of sleep

Hours upon hours
We talk and talk
No thought given for time
No worry given for tomorrow

Just talk and talk
Till the moon has set
And the dawn breaks

Still I smile
Still I wake without complaint
For good friends are worth
The long hours at night

Wolves

Shadows move over frozen hills
And broken stones
A whisper of fur
A low growl
And the shadows pass out of sight
Between rock and stone
Between tree and shrub
They follow a trail
Seen by non-human eyes
They race against each other
Against their hunger
Without warning
They split.
Three leaps over the hard ground
Straight and true
Five sweeps from the left
Beneath empty tree limbs
Four from the right.
Under moonlight
They leap and strike
Against a beast
Twice as tall and a third longer
Dirt flies and flesh collide
Beasts howl and wail
Then with sickening crunch
The giant falls
The shadows howl
Their victory echoing across the land