If I told you, I would change my life for you
Would you change yours in turn?
That I want to spend the rest of my days so true
In your arms for which I burn

If I told you, just how much you mean to me
What I would give to be with you
Would there be acceptance and open arms to see
Love returned in those eyes of blue

To tell you I would is the only way to truly know
If you feel for me as I do you
With unconditional love that grows and grows
Sought by many, yet known by few

The solitary life I know, I would change for you
Give up, with no regret
If you told me, you felt the same way I do
My way of life, I would easily forfeit

The bitter truth smarts and shuts one down
Will leave you freezing cold
When you discover the angelic heart, you love
Another hand enfolds

Tears will fall in burning streams of heated rain
Upon your heaving chest at night
Asking yourself what you have done wrong
How can you make things right

Not for an instant or a sweet moment in time
Do you think you will ever heal
As he was the one, your only true love
Oh, how he made you feel!

The pain of betrayal is fierce and destructive
Yet can only consume your soul
If allowed to burn into seething hatred
Glowing in fiery coals

There is one with eyes glowing ever so true
He is waiting all alone
So dry those streaming tears of heated rain
His hand only fits your own

I thought I saw the world go by in escalated spinning
Felt the breeze that ruffled through my hair
Never did I know that it was only my misgivings
Chasing all the reasons that I care

I drew a circle in the air and spit upon the wind
Remembered what I came here for
Decided that I didn’t really give a flying care
Erased the circle and headed for the door

Out into the open world I saw the sun arising
Felt the warmth drifting on my face
Hung my head in disbelief because I was freezing
While caring about the reasons that I chased

I soon forgot about the world and all of its spinning
Threw the breeze up into a song
Drew another circle into all my misgivings
Deciding I was right all along

Rae was called to lead from her blessed rocking cradle
Isolated from the warmth of hearts
Alone she stood, her mind a field of constant battle
Eyes of ice a world apart

With no gentle hands to soothe or console her
Laughter never came round
Born a warrior, her first cry one of battle
Hush! Her first ever sound

While others were playing, Jack Be Nimble
Rae learned to be quick
With the draw of a sword from her tiny side
Before her neck felt a *****

Schooled in philosophy in matters of the mind
Memorizing her battle scheme
Defense of the weaknesses flowing in her blood
She had no time to dream

Now that Rae has learned the fiercest art of battle
While growing a heart of stone
Her old father is having a changing of heart
Thinking she should not be alone

Pray tell me which one of you handsome lads
Is willing to pay the price
Accept the lovely hand isolated from warmth
Marry, our Rae of Ice?

Sighs of great bliss emanate from all of my senses
At the very sight of your hands
Sweet murmurs of memories evoked in a passion
Mesmerizing in haunting command

I am quieted of motion, stopped in existent time
Thrilled to my core of being
With memories of spaces and faraway places
Your hands take my spirit a fleeing

Strength emits from the coursing of lifeblood
Pulsing within your clasp
Holding my heart in suspended anticipation
Inviting the fire of your grasp

My attention is gravitated by the fire in your eyes
A flame, perhaps I could withstand
If not for the murmurs of sweet memories evoked
When my eyes are caressing your hands

You throw your lasso around the beating pulse
Of wildness running strong
Attempting to pin and tame freedom’s mate
Then stand wondering what is wrong

Were you not arrested by those piercing eyes
Staring at your knotted rope
While you were swinging on a wing and prayer
On your futile mission without hope

Did you think those feet of yours were strong enough
To stand on the neck of fleeting wind
Or stop the persistent flight of freedom’s wings
From ever taking off again

That ole beating pulse of freedom’s mate
Is flowing molten lava hot
Slipping through those wasted ropes of yours
Untying all your twisted knots

Subtle ruses she plays with unsuspecting hearts
With an alluring trace of flair
Never meaning anything at all to her
No focus is ever there

A touch, a smile, along with lingering glances
Quickly melt a naïve fool
Manipulating to gain what she is seeking
With her feminine wiles and tools

Such lovely promises are made unspoken
Yet loudly and out of turn
Emptying the pockets of those hearts unskilled
In avoiding manipulation’s burn

User, abuser, or master of her own show
Which one of the three
Is a question asked by many an observer
Watching the travesty

Perhaps one day, those old tables will turn on her
Shift where her wind does not blow
One who is wise, to her unspoken feminine plies
Will smile, while stealing her show

Magical words persuaded a feathered quill
To flow nimbly into rambling ink
Scattered in phrases and lines upon pages
Incredibly enabled to link

Sentimental characters yielded to ivory linen
Pressed in a taste of forever
Forming a bond, breathed in wonderful scents
Once inhaled, never to be severed

Spectacular merging savored by hungry eyes
Relished by all tongues who read
Interpreting the magic flowing from splendid skill
From a quill’s sensational bleed

Oh, what rapturous wonder surges within
Quick minds interpreting the skill
Of a quill persuaded by those magical words
Flowing from a rambling spill

Acceptance called out, evoking astonishing silence
Ringing in a whispered new kiss
Of velvety sensations murmuring sweet promises
Such delicate pure visions of bliss

Unforgettable missives powerfully pulsated within
Profoundly affecting all feeling
Shimmering on the edges of what has to be
Treasured without any ceilings

No confines, shorn of imaginary bounds to present
Nestled in shining perfect peace
Acceptance called out, evoking remarkable silence
Ringing in a spectacular release

When our eyes meet tenderly, with arms open wide
No imaginary bounds or ceilings exist
Just the velvety sensations murmuring promises
In the sweetest taste of your kiss

Long silver tresses grace her lovely sleeping face
There peaceful on the silken moss
Dreaming of rainbow skies and flitting butterflies
In a dewdrops shimmering gloss

She is off flying low with portly bumblebees
Collecting nectar sweet
From sunny flowers smiling up at the sun
Glowing honey is the feast

Noontime tea is spent with Black Widow Spider
Reminiscing in her spinning weave
Of days gone by when Old Moon would rise
Waving as New Sun would leave

She dreams on and on in such peaceful glee
Playing leapfrog with Mr. Toad
Scaling purple mushroom trees with a single bound
Landing on her perfect tiny toes

Oh, let us do not wake her from her dreamland
Do not touch her silver hair
Perhaps if we lie down and close our eyes
We can all join her there

Round and round a blazing fire they dance
To untamed music set aglow
By beauty emanating from their almond eyes
Radiating gently from their souls

What fascinating moves, spun in grand majesty
Whirling streams of stark white linen
Flowing round and round bare legs of darkest brown
Revealing innocence, still hidden

Lovely gypsy maidens all adorned in flaming hue
Firelight spinning from their toes
You can feel their warmth within your heart
Dancing wildly to and fro

Remember when that untamed music ends
To hold it ever close to you
Recall the flaming beauty in their almond eyes
See their dancing start anew

Life has changed made a turn for the better
Your spirit's been transformed
Becoming a more beautiful version of yourself
In a world that is not always warm

You are now free to spread your glorious wings
Fly to beautiful places you should be
Confidently showing your true colors ablaze
Experiencing life abundantly

Look back in wonder at rough paths you have trod
Acknowledge how you have grown
Smile in remembrance at lessons you have learned
Sowing the seeds you have sown

Embrace the knowledge gathered in growth
Love who you have come to be
Sowing the seeds of a beautiful new you
Different and wonderfully free!

My favorite doll’s name is Ranella Balue
She is my loveliest toy
At this moment she and I are in great trouble
Because of her antics and ploys

Ranella is sitting on a shelf by a broken mirror
I have been vanquished to a chair
We sit staring at each other across the room
Pulling the springing curls from our hair

Scattered all around us are broken dishes
Staring from the hardwood floor
Mother’s finest, lying shattered in a million pieces
Because Ranella threw them at the door

Now, I do not understand this lovely doll of mine
How she could do such a thing
I even told Mother it was her fault not my own
As I was outside on my little swing

So here, I sit alone with my favorite doll
Ranella Balue is her name
In trouble once again for something I did not do
She laugh’s, enjoying the game

Softly beckoning she draws you into her silken mist
You quietly plead, but cannot resist
Deeply mesmerized by burning emerald eyes
How they so demandingly insist

Your own gaze is firmly held by her fiery jewels
Drawing you into her silken mist
Keep holding your steady ground while you can
  Knowing always, that you must persist

Lonely voices call from within the folds of mist
Swirling round her beckoning stance
Warning you to continue holding your steady ground
Do not accept her inviting call to dance

Oh woe to he who dances here in the silken mist
His heart will ever roam within the folds
Dancing in shadows with hearts who could not resist
Emerald eyes, burning with fiery cold

The Raven Queen came from simple country roots
No royal silver spoon did she carry
Raised by unpretentious witches holding great wisdom
Old Gertrude, Esmeralda and Tregarry

Three witches known as spiritual leaders of the valley
Of lowly peasants and abundant woods
Raised her up simply infused with a fiery spirit
Proclaiming the law of the land to be good

Two faces reigned within the leaders and peasants
One which was shown to The Law
The other kept hidden as they lowly bowed to the wind
Praising the moon and icy snow as it thawed

A tale of hidden woe these three leaders carried
Unbeknown to the Raven Queen
Of her true heritage and the tainted gold they kept
From the night Old Death intervened

Old Death quietly crept in on her birthing night
Stole her sweet mother away
Yet for a fee the wise leaders took her in to love
Knowing who she would be one day

An eager student their young queen became
Learning the wisdom of the truth
Quite an apprentice in the ways of the wind
She became early in her youth

All at once the fiercest Winter ever known to the valley
Brought in terrible winds and bitter snow
The young queen watched as the peasants trembled
As savage wolves entered their fold

Great hunger came to the valley along with Old Death
Dissension was called into play
Soon, each of the leaders knew the time had come
To teach her the dark side of their ways

She was pulled from light into the darkest shadows  
To embrace her own true destiny
Her dark light shone through the woods and the valley
Bringing the savage wolves to bay

Fear of the Raven Queen’s light spread from the valley
Coursing through the veins of The Law
Sending in fierce horsemen thundering with vengeance
Her own lifeblood they came to draw

She answered their thundering with her own call
Heads for heads, raging fire with ice
Saving the ones who took her under their wings
Returning their tainted gold at a price

Her delicate hand holds a snow white dove
Captive and yet still free
As her grip is as light as the air he breathes
Flying over his sparkling seas

By her lovely side he sits for hours on end
Never moving a single feather
Happily content to be held in her delicate hand
Through even the stormiest weather

One could easily ask how such a wild creature
In captivity, could be so at ease
With wings that could take him to places unknown
On the simplest touch of a breeze

Perhaps his contentment lies in the knowledge
That he is always free to fly away
Knowing that the delicate hand that holds him captive
Will continue to love him anyway