This blog started as a place for a fairy tale. But the format did not work very well chronologically. Instead, the fairy tale has become a book and the blog will changes its form.
And this weekend it is available for free …
Category: A Bohemian Fairy Tale
The End of the Waterfall
Instead i took another road so bumpy and vague.
I followed the creek and found a gorgeous place.
So sunny and lovely for a while.
But at the end of the lively waterfall,
suddenly stood a hideous figure.
The water nymph rose with the path of light.
She had a question, an assignment to give.
– Rise through the forest you will,
three things you will find along your path,
choose one with distinction, choose it carefully.
Bring it to the valley of the deep forests.
And by the way,
don’t forget the light along your path.
It will lead you.
And with that her form dissolved
and she was gone
as suddenly
as she had revealed herself.
In the Land of the Fog
Somewhere down there
In the deep valley
you can hear
the steps
but you will
never see them.
The Main Road Without a Reason
I saw the main road
but no urge or reason.
One would ask
why do you
need a reason?
May ask the bird
why it flies
or the river
why it flows?
No good answere
might be given.
But would the bird
or the river
get the idea
to walk without a reason?
The messenger of the lake
Where do you come from?
Dear white, white swan.
Have you just arrived, or have you bin hiding all through the night behind the trees and haze?
Will you stay, or soon fly?
Do you have a message to bring? For me. From another side, of something.
Dear white swan.
You messenger between something. Somewhere I can not follow.
Then there was a peculiar tune heard in the wind.
A finely tuned voice was heard whispering … follow the voice of your heart…
and don’t be fooled by chimeras on your way you will be faced.
Be true to your heart and you will find a way to meet and defeat your quests.
In the Rare Hour of Dawn
The fog lay dense over lake and land.
A gloomy silence
had swept in among the trees.
Hopelessness's meager promises,
woven all the details,
in the gray weave.
Will the light and clarity return?
In the hopelessness of the gray swampland,
something seemed to gleam.
A gentle fine tuned light
glowed faintly through the fog.
Like a little star between the clouds,
could the warm light gleam.
It spread slowly
between the fog banks.
So what could be the source of this light?
See where the fog slowly dissipates,
and a being can be discerned.
An elf so bright
in the morning fog,
Turns on the hope of life
in the dark springs of the forest.
She spreads light,
and disperse fog.
In the rare hour
of dawn.
The Fog
Far, far away
lay the beach
of yet unfulfilled desires.
Encased in thick fog banks.
The morning mist did not want to ease.
The gray morning haze had swept inland.
It spread,
and swept everything in its path.
Should tomorrow come,
give sun and heat again?
Or would everything remain,
quiet, gray and motionless.
Silent.
Far, far away,
there was the beach of desires.
Unreachable in the distance.
Behind the mist curtain.
Maybe the sun would shine again.
Maybe the world would wake up again.
With a little gentle smile, with warmth.
Like a Ghost
Like a ghost through the night,
it travels throughout the dark depths.
Between the hearth’s glowing smoke,
with fire-swept wings,
it progress in silence.
Towards cooler spaces,
it seems striving,
among starlight and shimmering souls.
Fortunate is its journey
towards higher worlds.
The creature will continue its journey.
But for how long,
it has to linger,
is still unknown.
The Night Fell
The night fell
like the silent wing of the butterfly.
The crickets fade in,
the melody of the night.
Darkness fell
over the shine of grace.
Twilight colored
heaven ominous
purple.
Shadows fell
along the paths
of the forgotten roads.
Do You Dare?
In the room,
the thought begins its journey.
It travels with an open mind.
Into the border country,
between imagination and the present.
In the room of reality,
another world may be seen
glancing ahead.
Do you dare?
Maybe you will find,
what you are looking for.
Along the way of the journey
there are dangers lurking.
But the one who is strong in thought,
is strong in hand.
Dare to kill the dragon
and deceive the demons.
Fortune favours the bold.
So of course,
at the end of the fairy tale,
the mysterious treasure rests.
For the adventurous and brave,
who stands its quests.