I wrote this as a poem, which Emma Shanley then turned into a beautiful song. The music and singing is all her work, for which I am eternally grateful.

I am Your Tear

Poetry or Myth or both. Hopefully inspirational. Thanks to Milco Huisman for the sound track. Words written and spoken by myself.

Lakes Awakening

The story of Ogmios, Celtic god who gave the Celts their written language. Written by me.

Filidi Untold Story

Celtic Myths and Story-telling. Original written by myself.

Ancient Tears

Dedicated to Gwen Sale, please read my comment at the beginning. Huge thanks to Emma for making this what it is.  ♥

Melodies of you (poem by Alistair Roberts (aka Alikiwi) and melody & vocals me)

'Avalons Hope'

Merlin created but was created,
He walked that which was unknown
yet Avalon smiled
it was (after all) merely a matter of time.

Yet time in Avalon was of the most mystical kind
and it's music held hearts captive,
the mind entwined in the creation,
it was far more than just time.

For the beginning was but the end,
of that which came before
and yet mighty Avalon foresaw it all,
she was creations lesson, none would ever know.

And as great story-tellers came and went,
the secret of the pasts beginning was well kept.
Life would evolve and even Merlin would pass,
but the greatest story-teller would out-last.

For Avalon itself was a creature of the place,
her own mystery never realised
except by one who would walk the earth
and carry hope to the highest lands.

Silent hope drifted like mist
and no words would ever be spoke,
silence was the noise
Avalons' true hope.

For stories would be told
and as aeons passed they would twist and turn
Avalons name distorted
her pain growing stronger.

Til one day the mightiest story-teller would walk once more
and renew the truth and speak of the might,
speak of the lonesome words
that Avalon was the home of hope and truth

The gods of old would rise once more,
from the words of Ceridwen no less.
Praise be her words 
and mystery would again run deep.

Avalon's Hope

'Misted Time'

It is the hour of the beginning
fulfillment is overflowing
eyes are watching
through mists of wisdoms knowing.

It is the time of dragon eyes,
pearls of ancient memories.
Cauldrons that call,
repeat the hour of the last call.

When melodies speak
awakening lost memories
Silence of the echo
the past no longer forlorn.

And when the eyes open
and the pearls sparkle
when the hand is waiting,
you know the hour is upon us.

Echos surface within our minds,
did we know all along.
Filtered sunlight speaking softly
the trees smiling in fall.

And as the growth of nature continues,
I wonder just how much do we know after all.
Can a drop in the ocean have an effect,
it merges yet adds to it,
the cycle thats always complete.

Should thunder roll forth
we know its still one and the same,
clouds clapping together
they know the answer after all.

Copyright Alistair Roberts © 2012

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