Will you have them wait

[William Garza]

Will you have them wait pilgrim
Those whose eyes have gone before
Whose...lives,have gone before

Will you follow in hallowed steps
Days of old have passed into the nite
And stars are what remain
Voices old and growing cold

Out on the mear
And silence deep they wait in holy silence

Among the woods and fair
Their breath has pulled away to wait between sea and stars

Where are you my fair traveler
Where have you gone from beside me
The pipes grown silent
And bodhran hearts fading

Will your voices carry the joyfull noise?
Will you be their ship
Angus,Ard Righ the eyes of fallen kings lie heavy on those who heard the cry on winds
In the deeps of nights

Peasant Princes share the cups at evenings fall
Ruddy red and gold for the flag
Sharing er they have
For joy and good betroth to all
Eyes from tavern,glen and shades
Look upon and smile at travelers pass

And quiet among the meadows lay
Those who lost the Way
Hopes did not and failed to pass
Child,exeter and lass

You hear voices raised upon errant breeze
A gentle push to raise you up the pass

The night is not without its hunger
And gentle breath upon your cheeks to lay your head onto your pillow
And rest will work its wonder

To raise you up on mornings breeze

Eternal choirs they draw the new day
Eternal eyes along the Way

Will you make them wait Pilgrim...

 

[Former member 49149]

Will you have them wait pilgrim
Those whose eyes have gone before
Whose...lives,have gone before

Will you follow in hallowed steps
Days of old have passed into the nite
And stars are what remain
Voices old and growing cold

Out on the mear
And silence deep they wait in holy silence

Among the woods and fair
Their breath has pulled away to wait between sea and stars

Where are you my fair traveler
Where have you gone from beside me
The pipes grown silent
And bodhran hearts fading

Will your voices carry the joyfull noise?
Will you be their ship
Angus,Ard Righ the eyes of fallen kings lie heavy on those who heard the cry on winds
In the deeps of nights

Peasant Princes share the cups at evenings fall
Ruddy red and gold for the flag
Sharing er they have
For joy and good betroth to all
Eyes from tavern,glen and shades
Look upon and smile at travelers pass

And quiet among the meadows lay
Those who lost the Way
Hopes did not and failed to pass
Child,exeter and lass

You hear voices raised upon errant breeze
A gentle push to raise you up the pass

The night is not without its hunger
And gentle breath upon your cheeks to lay your head onto your pillow
And rest will work its wonder

To raise you up on mornings breeze

Eternal choirs they draw the new day
Eternal eyes along the Way

Will you make them wait Pilgrim...

Yes. It is not in my hands...but thank you for the question, and the poetry!

 

[yaying]

slowly...slowly...patiently
may i come in some other way...
even if i may never lay.
that hope & faith will never gray
though i may sway but deep in my heart rootedly!

 

[JillGat]

beautiful.

 

[William Garza]

The Way

It is where you
You are no longer a statement

You become
A question.

The note between the rosin and the bow
And the string lay before you.

All your life to play
As they understand now.
You will...
Then

What fair note
No longer a single note
A
Sound to be.

 

[t2andreo]

What, so this is a poetry shoot out? I love it...still waiting for the book...

 

[ksam]

Yes...please stop!! JK!!! At least stop while I go do the shopping and run back to see if there is more!! Ya made my morning!!

 

[LeeNLR]

Will you have them wait pilgrim
Those whose eyes have gone before
Whose...lives,have gone before

Will you follow in hallowed steps
Days of old have passed into the nite
And stars are what remain
Voices old and growing cold

Out on the mear
And silence deep they wait in holy silence

Among the woods and fair
Their breath has pulled away to wait between sea and stars

Where are you my fair traveler
Where have you gone from beside me
The pipes grown silent
And bodhran hearts fading

Will your voices carry the joyfull noise?
Will you be their ship
Angus,Ard Righ the eyes of fallen kings lie heavy on those who heard the cry on winds
In the deeps of nights

Peasant Princes share the cups at evenings fall
Ruddy red and gold for the flag
Sharing er they have
For joy and good betroth to all
Eyes from tavern,glen and shades
Look upon and smile at travelers pass

And quiet among the meadows lay
Those who lost the Way
Hopes did not and failed to pass
Child,exeter and lass

You hear voices raised upon errant breeze
A gentle push to raise you up the pass

The night is not without its hunger
And gentle breath upon your cheeks to lay your head onto your pillow
And rest will work its wonder

To raise you up on mornings breeze

Eternal choirs they draw the new day
Eternal eyes along the Way

Will you make them wait Pilgrim...

Thank you that is beautiful

 

[William Garza]

Will you have them wait
The fallen pipers called from the fields
You can hear them on the winds still
Playing for the forgotten and the weary
I stare with guilty concience over the vale and wonder if they knew once..they were young and immortal
The fires of summer boiled in vein and sinew

When baited breath for better words was because of youth
Not age.

Mighty kings and Queens were there
Some sat here
Some there

All are equal in the funeral tally
We all reach the promontory
And count the years
Each peak
Each valley..and forget the potters fields

Danny boy the pipes are calling
Curling,scurling and ensnaring the wickedly weary
Not knowing when to stop ailes the souls and footed wearly

To move is to stop
To stop is to think
Are you ready for that heavy drink

Soon we all point west
And see if we can pass the test.
If the sun and toil can burn away the dross of empty days

Every star a note
Every mote written in your heart

How many others have played your part
Aeons and minutes apart

Walk among the stars and hear the bards of old
Will you tell your tale so that they may remember their journey
Unforgotten

They see us across the veil
Thin as smoke we become when we walk among them
And become ready to listen

 

[yaying]

starlight, star bright!
even the tiniest rite!

it echos down to my vein!
my desire was in vain!
even though, i will enjoy the pain!
lain from suffering!

 

[Marbe2]

Wonderful imagery