This page was created for original songs, with words and music both by Yours Truly...there will be more soon, I'm sure..... The first three songs are a set in a song cycle I wrote about 15 years ago, entitled "The Dream Spinner". ~Moon Tower~ Music file When the purple hour wanders in that's when I will depart When the lovestar dangles like a sapphire on the breast of night... And willows whisper secrets that they dare not breathe by day And moonflowers stretch and yawn to bathe themselves in lunar light, in lunar light.... I'll quit my bed and climb the stairs that scale into the stars and contemplate the sleeping sphere from towers of moon-bows built Through prismed windows read the dreams of souls who cannot rest And spin their restless colors into skeins of endless silk.... And with these threads I'll fashion fragile robes so fine and fair that those who put them on will float like kites upon the day.... And I will watch them till the purple hour returns once more Then like the rising moon I'll climb into my lonesome tower... And wonder why I dare not wear the robes I fashion there, the robes I fashion there..... ********************************** 2. ~Robe of Dreams~ Music file How do you like this robe? I found it lying in the yard this morning and I took it for a web upon the grass; And then I lifted it, and found it weighed less than a dream A sound like fairy chimes shook from it when the breeze did pass. The threads were pink as morning glory on the cheek of dawn Silver like the hair of clouds when washed in noonday blue Purple like the sail that draws the moon out from her moor Green-gold as the willow when the spring makes her debut, when spring makes her debut. It seemed to move within my fingers and I was afraid tho' it was soft as silent crystal melting on my face And then I heard the bells once more and then my fear was gone I slipped my arms into the sleeves and tied it at the waist.... Then all at once the zephyr filled the garment like a sail And I was borne up into diamond realms above the clouds I floated with my arms outstretched upon the azure curve My hair streamed like a kite's tail as I soared above the crowds that watched in awe and envy as I dove into the sun, into the sun! I wish that I could find the one who spun this magic gown I think she must live in the moonflowers twining 'round the fence. I've seen her eyes peep out when fireflies rise up from the lawn; But she's too bashful to appear when mortals are around, when mortals are around. ***************************************** 3. ~The Dreamer~ Music file Suspended in the violet bath of sleep last night, it seemed an elfin creature crept up close and watched me as I dreamed, as I dreamed.... Hov'ring like a moth with wings of starshine, dew and day her eyes found out the secrets that I sought to lock away.... She found the dreams of love I'd laid away like outgrown gowns Soft memories of summer twilights hid from public eyes; of wint'ry nights when moonshine filled the snow with marble fire of pale spring mornings clover'd with the blush of wak'ning skies, wak'ning skies..... She gleaned these memories like stalks of flax and nettles then Crushed them 'neath her dainty heel to find the threads within.... Then wound these rainbow fibers 'round a spindle made of light.... And bore them up into her glowing tower in the night.... I wonder what she'll do with those poor silks she stole from me I hope she will not put them on display for all to see I'd hate to have them gaze uncaring at my naked soul If she should hang it like a banner from a sunny pole Or stretch it all across the noonday like a tapestry. This one was inspired by a discussion on an interfaith message board....Click here to hear the music. ~*~I Believe in...~*~ I believe in angels I believe in love at first sight I believe in the sun and the moon and the stars and in following the Light; I believe in forgiving in the beauty of quiet living and in doing what you know is right.... I believe in families I believe in work and in play I believe in the joy of making new friends that it's never useless to pray; I believe in romance I believe in giving a second chance and in learning new things every day.... I believe in the miracle of life I believe in always doing my part I believe in courage in helping others and that one never can go wrong when speaking from the heart.... I believe in heaven I believe in God above I believe in the mountains and forests and fields and the wond'rousness thereof; I believe in forgiving in the beauty of godly living and that all good things are possible through love.... ~*~Sometimes a Voice~*~ "O Wisdom, thou speakest as a dove." --Goethe Music file Sometimes a voice soft as a dove gives me comfort and guidance from above.... Sometimes it sings sometimes it sighs but always counseling and help it supplies. If I will but listen it will never lead me wrong Perching on my shoulder when temptation is strong... Whispering encouragement when all hope seems gone Teaching me patience and the courage to go on.... Sometimes a hand always firm and kind Leads my footsteps when my eyes start to go blind... Pointing the way when the wrong seems right when reason falters it will steer me towards the light... If I will but follow it will satisfy my needs if I'll only walk in the direction where it leads... Reaching out to comfort when I've fallen and got bruised Showing me the right way when I'm lost and confused... Sometimes a voice soft as a dove gives me comfort and guidance from above.... Sometimes a hand always firm and kind Leads my footsteps when my eyes go blind... ~*~Dream Land~*~ Music file If you fall asleep at twilight a fairy with a bag of golden sand will sprinkle you with showers of silky dust and take you to a strange enchanted land.... Mushroom castles rise in silver mist fireflies float above their roofs Elfin children wake in mossy beds and unicorns with diamond hoofs Look for lilies pink and white to eat a hoot owl calls out from an oaken limb Mermaids dance above the dark'ning waves singing an unearthly hymn... If you fall asleep at midnight you'll drift into a starlit sea in a boat whose sails are made of dreams bound for isles of mystery.... You'll be rocked by maidens wearing starry crowns They'll tell you tales and sing you songs Children wearing garments made of moon-bows bright will play wonderful games with you all night long... When you wake up in the morning dewdrops will kiss your eyes Morning glories, blue and pink and white will smile at you in glad surprise... Sunlight bids you shining welcome flowers will look their best.... Little birds will call you out to play as fairies lay their heads to rest... This day they'll keep Just for you, my child And then once more you'll sleep....... Picture from Whisper's Secret Room A song I wrote for a friend on her birthday. ~*~Horses of Beauty~*~ Music file For Debbie Horses of beauty are rising up from the meadows of dawn dancing upon the warm south wind past mountains of dreams they are drawn. Some are snowy, others are night-black some chestnut, some silvery grey their manes and tails stream out like flags floating out upon streams of day. If you will listen you'll hear them the thunder of vibrant hooves the far off mystical whinny as close to your window it moves. Open your curtains in silence reach out your hand without fear there's one that was meant 'specially for you beckon and it will draw near. It's shy, so be patient and smiling let your eyes greet it with love stroke its muzzle with welcoming fingers that wear no distancing glove. Don't be sad if some do not believe you when you say you've a horse of your own although there are few who can see it on this friend you will not ride alone. It will carry you through evil swamplands over craggy and desolate hills protecting your feet from thorns and cruel beasts warming you from midnight chills. From behind, gentle arms will embrace you and steer when you need to rest bearing light to dispel all the darkness cradling your head to its breast. And when your journey is over and all your mission fulfilled it will walk by your side as an equal through rainbows and flowering field. Horses of beauty are rising there's one that was meant for your own it's a gift from one who watches over you and on it you will never ride alone. Click on picture to see full sized. Photo from HerbWeb Index (c)2009 by RoZita Bartok More poetry by Armariel can be read here: Armariel's Enchanted Realm The Antonio Banderas Garden of Dreams Delorita's Songbook