The Aspiring Bard

Catch the wind in your fingers Sing the song that lingers, Whispering in your ears.     The wind goes rushing past,     So make this moment last.     As the magic disappears.         Your hands are full of mem'ries,         Ghost wind stirs the old trees.         How quickly fly the years!

Whom do they see? Do they see me, Or only the shell- My outward looks?     Unruly brown hair,     A sparkling pair     Of bright blue eyes,     And a lopsided smile.     Ruffled peasant shirt,     That silk wrap skirt.     Celtic knot necklace,     And tall black boots. Or can they see, When they look at me, That behind this mask Lies a greater Power?     That I am dead,     And in my stead     There reigns a God     Of grace and truth.     By giving all     And letting fall     That crazed illusion     Of control,     I am free     To truly be     The real self     That God created.   

A moment past, Friendship broken, Words of comfort Left unspoken.

The first time I posted this, it showed up in an almost unreadable format. I'm trying again, this time with the edited version. For a long time now, I have toyed with the idea of writing a serial story. The other night I was feeling rather reckless and inspired, so I decided to just go ahead and jump in. I have my plot worked out, so all I really need to do is write it down. I have already written a short story about some of the characters you will find in this piece, but now I want to lengthen their lives by putting them in a novel. My goal will be to post a new segment each month. That is the goal . In reality, I will probably get busy with one of the other innumerable other projects I'm always getting sucked into and forget to post anything for six months. Anyway, I'm hoping that this project will accomplish several things for me: 1) Hold me (somewhat) accountable to working on one story. 2) Bring me constructive criticism from people like...well...you. 3) Break a long...