The Forgotten

  • Streaming down brightly in a dazzling torrent of colour,

    As I sit under the pale blue sky and wonder,

    Rays of Aetherial fire, scintillating illumination,

    Are these beams of astral light the soul's emancipation?

    Here by a gushing stream upon a sun-warmed rock I sit,

    Gazing at the current my eye catches flashes of scales sunlit.

    Of fish beneath the rippling surface, of salmon held in place,

    By the flow of the water as it swirls and ripples on its race.

    Ever flowing and never stopping in the chase towards the sea,

    The river is like the sands of time which ran away from me.

    Like memory in the distance swelling and rolling on ocean waves,

    The water travels ever forwards vanishing like the dreams my soul craves.

    I used to lay upon this rock and watch the birds wheel, turn and play,

    In the days of past green summers before I felt the touch of Arkay.

    I am a shadow waiting in the sun for my turn to join old loved ones gone,

    And I ask myself what went wrong for I have been sitting here far too long.

    Yet wait here a while longer I must, until the music call vibrates the shimmering motes of dust,

    As it swirls and glitters in its fall, a gentle movement pleasing to a soul devoid of lust.

    Sometimes I  lay still and listen, straining my ears as I await the heavenly sound.

    Yet all I ever hear is the stream, the sound life or the silence of light falling to the ground.

    The moonlit nights when the wind sighs like my soul are the loneliest of all,

    The star's twinkling high above, cold and uncaring as I long for Shor's hall.

    But the beckoning may never come and I remain separated, an eternity apart,

    For I did not die in glorious battle but alone, forgotten, of a broken heart.

Comments

10 Comments
  • Paws
    Paws   ·  March 16, 2016
    I don't think I can answer that and beat the interpretation you took from it Sotek. What motivates me is nothing special, just a black dog, a bottomless pit and a ray of light in the distance.
    I am just grateful that the TT community have given me a...  more
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  March 16, 2016
    I have to ask Phil, what was the motivation on this piece.
    I can't help but picture an old Argonian slave in Morrowind locked in a cage. Sadrith Mora comes to mind. He can smell and hear the sea yet is a captive, doomed to die alone. Memories of his...  more
  • Paws
    Paws   ·  March 15, 2016
    Halfdan that is ridiculous. But thank you
    Probs, thanks mate
  • Paws
    Paws   ·  March 14, 2016
    Fitting, Lis. Something quite wistful in that piece.
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  March 14, 2016
    If you like Haydn's Adagio e cantabile, I also like movement ii of Beethoven's 7th. I thought of that when reading this.
  • ProbsCoolerThanYou
    ProbsCoolerThanYou   ·  March 14, 2016
    Beautiful as always Phil!
  • Halfdan the Black
    Halfdan the Black   ·  March 14, 2016
    I m getting Lord Byron vibes
  • Paws
    Paws   ·  March 14, 2016
    Thanks ladies, appreciated. Listened to Haydn's Adagio e Cantabile while I wrote this. You know how that piece starts off fairly light before dropping in tone to the deepest depths? Wanted to try and capture that.
  • Justiciar Thorien
    Justiciar Thorien   ·  March 14, 2016
    Another beautiful poem, huh) You are definitely gaining more and more skill. Only you should make a TOC)))
  • Edana
    Edana   ·  March 14, 2016
    A very somber one, my friend. But very good as well.