Roses,Pink, and Babies Breath

Roses,- Pink, and Babies Breath.

The icy pink against the misty white, 

reminds me of the day we wed.

I felt my heart would burst for joy, 

as hand in hand, our marriage vows were said.

Before the world and all the gods and goddesses, 

we vowed that we would be forever true.

And nothing in this world meant anything to me,

except to be with you.

Our children grew up fine and strong, 

while time just seemed to trundle gently on.

But, then the autumn years crept up on us too soon, 

still, we just carried on.

When later, winter came, we saw it through 

and kept each other warm as lovers do.

But in the spring, I handed you my ring and said goodbye,

Though love may be eternal, in the end, all lovers have to die.

It grieves me so to see you weep,

each day I watch you shuffle to my grave, on weary feet.

The journey growing harder for you every single day,

Yet in my heart, I know exactly what you want to say.

The roses,pink and babies breath, are beautiful my love. 

But yet, it is the beauty in your heart that warms me so,

And I will wait for you, my love, until your time has come.

Then we will walk together once again, in that sweet place, 

where clouds of babies breath and ice-pink roses grow.

Patrick W Kavanagh 10/02 2015

Art by: Boy So Blue Graphic Arts and photography.

Winter Fae

The winter has been long and cold, and springtime still seems very far away.

I sit here snuggled in the warmth and dream about my childhood, and the fae.

How I miss glowing embers, underneath the flaming sods of turf that fed our fire.

When I used to sit in quiet contemplation as the faeries fed my hearts desire.

Dancing gaily through the woodlands, mirrored in the phosphorescent world of smoke and flame.

Faerie troopers marched across the gleaming forests edged with crimson and with gold.

Carriages of purest white, and silver reins upon the coal black shires that proudly cantered by.

Horsemen dressed in silver armour, prancing as they raised their glistening lances to the sky.

Then the Faery Queen,- magnificent in sparkling gown, she turned and waved to me.

Her wings like delicate, translucent butterflies, that fluttered blue against the ruby trees.

I cannot think of any other joy as sweet as this, my fondest childhood memory,

Though fifty years have past since then, it lingers still, as fresh and clear to me.

Every word I place upon the page brings childhood's wonder closer to my mind.

All the joys and mysteries that, for a little while, I thought that I had left so far behind.

Join me now and let us gaze upon the embers hand in hand with our own inner eyes.

The perhaps we both can sleep, and dream of meadows filled with sprightly flowers,

And cloudless sunny skies.

Patrick W Kavanagh 28/01/2015

Art by: Bill Oliver boysoblue.com

Boy So Blue Graphic Arts and photography

Away for Christmas

The Christmas tree lights up, - but you are gone so very far away

And yet, somehow, I feel your hand, so softly clasping mine.

I catch your fragrance in the air, and know that you are near.

And feel the warmth of memories that come so fresh and clear,

I sense your presence, though my heart is aching and my tears will burn,

And as we place the presents underneath the tree, I hold a certainty inside, that someday, somehow you will finally return.

I will put away all thoughts of sadness, for the sake of those whom I hold dear.

For, even in our darkest hour, there is a Light that shines with love for those for whom we care.

Hearts that love the way we love can never really be apart,

Hearts that hope beyond all hope will have their hopes fulfilled one day.

This has always been loves law, and this has always been love's way.

And I will wait, until my waiting days, and all my waiting years, have passed away.

I will hold you safe within my heart, and we will meet again,

I know that this is true, although I may not know for certain, when.

May you rest in Summer-land until our hearts are healed.

And I will hold you in my arms one day, when life's true beauty is revealed.

Patrick W Kavanagh    19/12/2015.

Art by Bill Oliver  boysoblue.com

The Oak King's Lament

The Oak King

Do not fear the dying of the light, for soon the woods will once more echo with delight.

Beneath the autumn’s leaves and winter’s snow, the first, faint glimmerings of spring begin to glow.

Those who live between the worlds can now be felt, as magic flows and swirls.

The distant sun will creep a little closer every day, and soon the winters chill will seem so very far away.

Your kingdom sleeps, but soon the forests and the fields will waken to your touch.

The tiny tendrils soon will stretch and wriggle, seeking out the warm spring light

The woodlands will resound to all the faery music that you love so much.

Then for a little while, the world will once again forget the long cold winter’s night.

Weep not; noble lord for soon your restless exile will be done.

The Holly King grows grey and feeble on his barren throne.

You will dance and sing once more beneath the rising springtime’s sun.

And we will light the fires to call you home when winters reign is done.

Patrick W Kavanagh 10/12/2015

Art by Bill Oliver  boysoblue.com

Dance of the Faeries

Dance of the Faeries

I gaze out at the frosty winter scene from my little bubble of warmth,

The golden tint of morning touches skies of baby blue, framing trees and bushes wrapped in winter-white.