Below the Old Oak Tree of Life

As Queen Thundra galloped through the forest one day,
she could hear the sound of the wind...whispering in her ear.
As she stopped the horses gallop, the winds grew stronger...

The Old Oak Tree moved as though dancing to music...its branches gently calling...
the winds grew stronger...

As Queen Thundra watched, the grounds lifted as they thundered.
She moved closer.
She slowly rose, as she realized all had grown quiet...
the birds were singing again...

Below the Oak Tree of life, she could see a treasure chest...
she finds inside her mothers picture, a ribbon, a book...
As she opens it, she hears the sounds of joy, the sounds of pain...
the wind of the past takes her to a time of truths; of joy and pain
in the land of Dominatrix...

For My Beloved Wife

There is singing and dancing all over the lands today,
for the Queen has put forth life, precious life,
she has given birth to a lovely child.
We will name her Thundra.

We will drink and feast all night,
may tomorrow bring the continued happiness
of Dominatrix and all its people

To My Beloved King Thunder

You and I are as friends,
as lovers,
we are as children when we hurt,
we are as brother and sister
when we speak so honestly.

Fidelity, I can not speak of,
for we have made choices,
choices that have brought pain,
choices that have brought understanding,
for you and I are as one.

Within this world of hope,
for you I write, for you I feel.

Do believe me when I say,
we are as lovers lost at sea,
within a world all our own,
to continue towards the future,
a non-ending future of joy and happiness.

A world all our own,
made by our own choosing,
that has brought us to honesty
and understanding.

For you I write,
for you I love,
my love.

Today

There are people who have come to ask us for our lands,
they are called government,
we will not trade our lands, nor sell our lands, for they are precious to us,
they sustain our ways, and our lives.
We will hunt, we will build and we will survive, as we always have.

We Fought

We fought, many died, to no avail.
Government came in with their soldiers,
there were many,
my brothers are dead.

Your Father

When I stare upon father's tired face,
I see the love that once transpired,
the love of life that now has changed,
to an urge for rest.

His wrinkles seem to tell a story,
and for each story there is a wrinkle.
His time has come he says,
and each line seems to say the same.

His face speaks out to me,
it speaks of love,
of fear,
of times past.

His face does not speak of pain,
although pain he has had,
but his face remains true to his soul
and each wrinkle speaks a truth.

My dear husband,
for my love of you I write today,
for each line on your beloved face
touches something deep within me

Peaceful Rythms of the Sea

Within the tranquility of my inner soul,
there lies a bank of water, the sea,
in all its beauty, and all its grandeur.
The waves rippling through my worries,
crashing so loud, as to wake me from my death.

I lay awake in bed, and listen to the sea,
the waves come in smooth rythms,
bringing me the peace I am searching for.

When the pain comes back,
the sea starts to swell, deep within my soul,
and the waves come crashing down,
destroying all in its path,
leaving a freshness,
starting anew, again,
with the peaceful rythms of the sea.

King Thunder has been laid to rest at Thunder Castle
his wife now lays beside him