Diamáin Poetry

Poetry by Ális Diamáin.

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The Summer Stag

His trodden path gently through the springtime snow, I follow though I know not where we'll go, I trust the Summer Stag knows his way home. In his presence flowers do bloom, as the shadows of winter by light are consumed, and the green grass anew is covered in dew. To warmth he roams as days grow longer, and he I will follow on this path which he wanders, the Summer Stag whose way never falters.

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Bær

They say the mountains speak in ancient tongues, and I have heard for myself the language of the wind. These cosmic forces connect us, as we are but stars within. The energies which guide us, the powers that be, the Gods of the trees and the air which we breathe. There is only ever what once was, and a universal promise of possibility.

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The wind carries fate's name.

Maybe fate will bring us together again, and maybe it won't. I know I can't wait for you, all I can do is silently hope, as I count down to the day when I finally reach the end of my rope. But the taste of your name will forever remain just on the tip of my tongue, and as I sing I will hear you within every solemn note. Your memory will fade as my tears run the ink of what is my life from the page that is my brain, and some day I will forget the harrowing words which I wrote. Will the essence of you remain I wonder, that calm comforting breeze brushing against my coat.

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The Freezing Rain

Time weighs heavily these days, days lonesomely wasted away, staring longingly at the skies pale blue and clouds, white and gray. If only they might have remained the same, I might still remember the smell of summers rain, but would I not still miss all that which became. For the tears that fell from pale blue eyes, is this not my price to pay.

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Valkyrie

As my mind wanders so too do my words, as my heart wanders ever farther from her. The journey has been long and the path much more tasking than at first it seemed, I'm still finding the strength to regain all that was taken from me. Though I dream of better things, I struggle to find faith in all that I see, when the waking world would ask so much of me. So as my mind wanders, and as my soul sings, I hope one day that you hear me, and offer to hold me in your wings.

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Change

As the world changes once more, I find myself again drifting astray in the ever rising tides. A place so unlike what I once knew, and yet the air still carries that familiar scent. My mind wanders back to meadows full of flowers and mountains high, the joy I would find wherever I went; I only wish now those days were better spent. Perhaps I am too young to feel this lost, this taken by the peace of frozen trees. Or perhaps it is that I am far too old, to still be mourning you and me.

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Clarity

Days grow short and nights grow cold, I've begun to feel that faer of growing old, barely overshadowed by the fear of being alone. In faith I've found stability, and a certain sense of tranquility; not so different from how you once felt to me. Autumn is here, winter grows near; and I pray after the snow, skies will finally be clear.

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Old Soul

A guardian in slumber, so many stories untold. Were I made of stone, there moss would surely grow, and maybe some day I'll sit and watch as it grows atop my bones. Perhaps you were to be my last charge, I fail to see how I could defend when you still possess my heart. Though my drive does still remain, so very reminiscent of your name; it was never enough that I live on my own. You were and always will be, the only place that I call home.

Still I will wander these lands in stride, bearing the weight of all I hold inside, awaiting an angel who would surely at mere sight bring tears to my eyes. She is the moon, as I am the sea, and when she is close the waves crash like thunder within me. You were the sun, as I was a garden; a reminder to live, and bloom before I'm forgotten.

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Summers' Rain

Summers' rain will always remind me of you, as the white clouds glow against the great dark blue. And as the raindrops gently flow over my lips, I will always remember the softness of your kiss. In the heat of the sun I seek shelter, but from the rain I will never hide. Such a solitary comfort; but it is mine.

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Prince of Flames

I suppose our roles were reversed. I, your Prince of flames and you the hero who could never be mine. I'll never forget the adventures we had, no matter the cruelty of the passing of time.

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Alone

Sunsets in the snow, pink shifting into gold, as she shifts into gear and takes me home. Oh how I long for a comfort I felt now so long ago. I'd have held onto faith more, if only I'd known. One day I'll be grown and with nowhere to go, like a tree falling in the forest alone. Sunsets in the snow would be beautiful, if it weren't for the cold.

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If I'm to Leave

If I'm to leave, do not grieve. I've found comfort and beauty in all that I've seen.

I've sang in silence to the tune of falling leaves, walked with ones I've loved through the frozen trees.

In the night I've found such wonderful warmth, the wondrous ways which angels sing.

If I'm to leave, replay my memories on a silver screen, and know that with you, I was happier than I'd ever been.

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Drift

Snow whisping by in the night, catching momentary glimmers of the universes light. The moonbeams cut through the sky and reflect from the blanket of pearly white crystals of ice, the soft blues so reminiscent of your eyes. In the wind it's so cold but somewhere a fire roars, and the wind from the mountains makes crystals soar.

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It's a drinking sort of night, the moon's bright and the moods just right.

Oh but I'm too tired and weary to put up a fight, I'll be gone with the spirits aloft on their flight.

Don't fret for the better I've seen, a shimmer in her eye and in mine a gleam; oh what a sight.

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Love, the Wilds

I remember days when the fallen leaves brought such ardent joy, and the mysteries yet unseen were all the drive we would need. The now cliche comfort of your passenger seat, the songs of what summer truly means, the neon lights reflected from your eyes dead into mine. Now it's all just poetry, shed like leaves from the trees; a soft spoken melody of butterflies and bees. There will never be enough words to describe the beauties and the wonders I've seen, the fiery blues and bright brilliant greens. Never enough words to describe all that you mean to me.

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Where the Path Grows Cold

My mind occupied by nights now old I sit alone where the path grows cold, by a fire made of wood and stone I stare as I dream of a warmth called home. Surrounded by the dark of the forests great unknown, I miss the days I can no longer hold. The wind chills my aching bones and through the trees I hear its groans, here where the path grows cold.

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