Soft the touch of passions'
Kaitlyn Kiri~ 1998
The night-wind holds a secret prayer,
The night-wind plays her symphony,
Kaitlyn Kiri~ 1999
I am a wall and I contain,
Kaitlyn Kiri~ 1998&2001
Upon a rock, through twilight mist,
He leads me to a sacred grove,
He calls to me and I must heed,
Kaitlyn Kiri~ 1999
My minstrel sings a different song
My minstrel tells of secret ways
I have heard from ages past,
Kaitlyn Kiri~ 1999
I listen for some sign the song is
stilled,
Those multi-coloured, effervescent
dreams
Kaitlyn Kiri~ 1999
If the time should come when
If our days of knowing love
Kaitlyn Kiri~ 1999
There was only love to bind us,
Kaitlyn Kiri~ 1998
Feel the questing of the moment,
Tentatively touch each other,
Kaitlyn Kiri ~1998
A stranger came and wanted me,
Kaitlyn Kiri~ 1999
Now, my pretty girl, I might detain you---
Kaitlyn Kiri~ 2000
A fortress high, upon a hill.
Your force reached out through space and time
Emotions which invade the soul-
Swept clean the corners of my mind
Now I can see beyond the pall.
Kaitlyn Kiri~ 2000
Only words, I have to give thee.
All my life I would give to thee,
Kaitlyn Kiri~ 1999
Sometimes I know you love me,
An ever-present friend,
I shall believe you need me.
Kaitlyn Kiri~ 1997
All of life was like a shuttered sleep.
Giving only that required of me,
Kaitlyn Kiri~ 1998
Your need fills my mind, born of promise and fear.
Kaitlyn Kiri~ 2000
I struggle with my words
I wait abject and pentinent-
I will not lose you to the stone,
Kaitlyn Kiri~ 1998
gentle seeming.
Mindsong swiftly sparks a
needful dreaming.
Imaginings encourage
and inspire,
touching the tempest-flame
of pure desire.
~The Night-Wind~
of ancient and forgotten themes.
She whispers tales which few will share,
of moon-lit power and mages' dreams.
touching the soul of those who heed~
compelling songs of prophecy,
and strains of hopes' eternal need.
~A Wall~
your feelings, so they cause no pain.
No one will ever enter here,
Not one will ever learn your name.
I am the guardian of your soul,
I favor logic for control.
The search for reason lessens fear,
I find your motives, censor all.
I am the keeper of your heart.
Your strongest feelings kept apart
from anyone who needs to share.
I side-step with evasive art.
I am the child who dwells within.
I hold the key to all you've been.
Your future is the child you were,
Remember me and love again.
~My Minstrels' Name~
he plays his song for me.
An ancient song, with passion kissed~
Loves' timeless melody.
where nymphs and satyrs play.
He sings to me of endless love,
blessed by the autumn-fae.
and give all that I am.
For thus has destiny decreed.
My Minstrels' name is Pan.
~Minstrel Song~
an ancient and eternal sound,
of seeking and need to belong.
With timeless ties, our souls are bound.
and sings the song without the words.
The ritual of some bygone days~
he calls to me and I have heard.
the music which invades the mind.
A song which speaks of love to last
unaltered by the hand of time.
~Minstrel~
but echoes distort images of sound.
I gather muted remnants of the
dreams,
gone unfulfilled,
to reconcile with this hope I've
found.
have somehow faded, tarnished, over
time.
Yet lingering on~ the minstrel sings
and plays
his haunting themes,
thus hope, encouraged, spends the
soul in rhyme.
~A Wondrous Thing~
you would leave me,
I'll tell you I have never
loved as well.
I'll tell you this and hope
you will believe me~
this has been a love that
few could tell.
are ended,
I'll tell you of the magic
that you bring.
The joining and the joy
which is intended
by love~ yes, you have made
a wondrous thing.
~Always Near~
time and tide kept us apart.
Still- perhaps the years may find us
keeping close in mind and heart.
Always wanting to be near you,
hoping you will hear my prayer.
And that I will somehow hear you,
telling me you want me there.
Lovers
searching, driven by their muse.
Fully conscious of each torment,
painting dreams none could refuse.
spinning threads of sweet desire.
Soul to soul, each need discovered~
sparks the seeking, flame to fire.
~Stranger~
and him I love.
He brought me joy and passion free,
him whom I love.
He took a charge of destiny~
he made a place for us to be.
He gave me dreams and fantasy,
and him I love.
~Pathways Of Your Mind~
Though we have no promises to bind.
I'll pick flowers and fragrances, to gain you.
Hear the tales of love you left behind.
I will be your comfort, I will win you,
Traveling the pathways of your mind.
~Citadel~
Protective walls, so cold and still.
Obsidian- intense desire,
imaginations' fertile fire.
enveloping my thoughts- my mind-
enticing whispers in the night
of promised feelings, pure delight.
You wanted me and took control.
You made me know- and feel and see
your need, with swift intensity.
leaving only love behind--
Beyond your vast, eternal wall.
I can see, but never touch,
the one I've learned to love so much.
~Only Words~
Dreams to which my words aspire.
Simple words which say I love thee,
Words of wishing and desire.
Visions bright in accents mild.
Not for me to win or woo thee,
Only love thee, reconciled.
~I Believe~
with every thought and feeling,
I believe.
The sureness overwhelms me,
and quells each doubt my mind could
e'er conceive.
you guide, compel,
how can this closeness end?
Not mine to tell.
My doubts can only lead my
mind astray.
I'll follow where you lead me,
and hope I'll learn the truth some
future day.
~You Came~
A well of safety and I dwelled within.
Not moved by life, I kept my feelings deep.
I could not lose at life, nor could I win.
I sought not pleasure, to avoid the pain.
You came, opened my soul and made me see.
You made me love~ and live my life again.
~Of You~
You are the joy and the pain in my heart.
You came to my side, an arrogant need.
With artful endeavor, you seek and depart,
creating confusion- and thus you do plead.
Provoking, enticing, eliciting love.
The demons which rule you, eternally there,
Poised to protect and deny and disprove.
~Hope~
to break the wall of your control.
My love, let me be heard-
I am the suffering in your soul.
with patient knowledge, strive,
to make your being sentient
and keep your soul alive.
you are too precious, thus to die,
that death, allowing one to live
estranged from life- not knowing why--