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I welcome you to Lady Merlin's Poetry Corner. Here I showcase my poetry and thoughts.

Everyone has their own Camelot.
Camelot

Halls that are lined with ebony and gold
The sound of laughter echoing like a haunting melodie
Torches warming the castle from the cold
Rooms and finery as far as the eye can see.

This is Camelot. The home of the great King Arthur and his Knights
Where the Round Table waits for meetings and strategies to be planned
Where sparring practice looked like real fights
And all posts are continually manned.

In walks Lady Guinevere with her ladies in waiting
Looking strikingly beautiful as Arthur greets her with a kiss
For this is a day for endless celebrating
Their wedding day was one not to miss.

The church was decorated with hundreds of golden candles, white roses and laurel
Everyone was dressed in their finery -the servants as well
For the day, no soul was to bicker or quarrel
This was going to be a enchanting story to tell.

Guinevere in her flowing white gown and silver veil
Looked as if she was floating as she walked the aisle
Arthur waiting for at the altar looked beaming yet pale
Nervously managed to put on a loving smile.

Their hands were tied with silver cord as they said their vows
Goblets of wine they drank and toasted their new life.
The people applauded and gave them deep bows
As they walked past them as husband and wife.

Loneliness and Bliss

It is not easy being yourself at times. Sometimes it seems that you don't understand yourself and others. It is times like this that you realize just how very lonely you are. Until you meet the person who comes into your life and changes it and you.

Looking out at the world begins to be more vivid and you realize that there are small details that make up the whole. A flower is not just a flower anymore, it is a species of a flower with a color, smell, texture and presence all it's own. This is the way you look at things when you are lonely and in love.

Yes, love - that same old feeling that millions have felt for eternities. Missing the companionship of someone that you care for very deeply in every way. Seeing life in a way with and without them - the same. More romantically, more detailed and with more passion.

Knowing since you met them that you have changed and that you know it is for the better. Dreaming about them at night and thinking about them during the day. When you are stressed and unhappy, closing your eyes and just seeing their smiling face sets everything right once more. Feeling a connection with this person you have never felt before. That even though you are not actually together, that they are thinking of you and feeling the same way and experiencing the same visions in life. There exists some cosmic, unexplainable connection between you that cannot be denied.

In Astral dreams you have spent countless hours together. You experience nightly vision of the two of you talking, laughting, loving and understanding each other. Sometimes looking like yourselves, sometimes not, but the feelings and sensations are always the same. Water feels wet and warm, the grass beneath your feet yields to your powerful steps. Kisses are sweet and the sun is warm on your face. If you are in battle, and are pierced by a sword, you feel pain and you feel your death. The visions are like movies that you live each part as reality. yet, each time you awake you are well and untouched. Whether you are experiencing premonitions, vivid nightmares, or past lives, they are definately a reflection of you.

When you do finally see this special peron in person, if only for a brief time, you both have a feeling of security and deep love. It is hard to really look into one another's eyes because you become lost and completely disoriented; yet fascinated. You understand that if you can't look into their eyes you will not be whole. This person seems to complete you. You are not your complete self without their voice, their touch, or their overall presence in your life.

You think about what they are doing at the moment the thought of missing them pops into your head. You close your eyes and see them sitting at a window looking out at the moon that you are looking at also. You can almost feel them brush your cheek with their kiss and you feel like you have been hugged. You wonder if they see you at times when you write about them in your journal or call their name.

You have found them - your soul mate once again.


The Celtic Soul (preview)

The trees made a perfect arch cradling the grotto disabling the intrusion of the sunlight. A mist filled the air and the pool reflected the darting colorful fish below. Flowers were in bloom in many colors and the birds, butterflies and dragonflies were in abundance. In the distance was the sound of a gentle waterfall guarding the entrance to the Crystal Cave. Plush greenery and fully branched trees made this a truly enchanted realm.

Into the grotto to rest and partake of the inviting water was a lad of no more than seventeen summers. He had been traveling for many days to return to his clan. The important message that he had delivered to King Arthur at Camelot had given him his first glimpse of the Knights and the Round Table. Persival of Wales as he was called, had always wanted to be of service to the King since he was a small lad. Limited to being a messenger and never actually partaking of any sport or hunt made him very inquisitive about the life of a Knight. With his jet black hair and moustache, he looked older than he actually was which was to an advantage. He had hoped stopping here in this enchanted place that he might be able to speak with Myrddin.

Myrddin was a very wise man who lived in the Crystal Cave with his lovely wife Nimue. Myrddin was a Druid and also a powerful wizard. Persival had spent some time with him as a lad and had learned many things. That bravery came from inside the heart and that being fearless made him a true contender for a Knight's apprentice. He could not do the wounderous feats of magick like Myrddin, yet he did have visions and dreams that came to pass and could see the veil of death and hear the wail of the banshee when someone died. This was a blessing, yet also a curse to him. He also had the power to feel other's pain and expel it into objects like rocks and was an empathic healer.

As he cupped water in his hands and splashed some on his face, a movement in the distance caught the corner of his eye. Through the mist he could see faintly a figure of a girl in a long flowilng white dress. She seemed to be floating as she walked. He had never seen such a beautiful sight. She had long curly brown hair and had a ring of heather on her head like a halo. He gasped for breath and stood up as she walked over the arched bridge towards him.

"Are you lost lad?" she said petting a butterfly that had landed on her hand.
"No, I came to seek Myrddin, is he about?"
"My father is not here now, he has been called to King Arthur for counsel and will return in two moons".

"Your father?" Persival never knew that Myrddin had a daughter. She was a well-kept secret that he never had revealed to him. how could a girl as lovely a she be isolated and hidden for all these years? He wondered if King Arthur knew about her, as he had spent much time with Myrddin as a lad.

"I am Adorah. I have been studying with my father and mother for all my years. I do not walk in the public eye for my father feels that he needs to protect me. I have convinced him to let me be Queen Guinevere's hand maiden next summer and I will be going to Camelot. Father feels that I should be close to her and keep and eye on her. He has had visions of infidelity and scandal and he wants me to watch over Arthur as well.

"I am Persival of Wales. I too am going to Camelot and I hope to become a Knight".

Persival's sky blue eyes teared up as he watched her turn and begin to walk away. He did not know why he felt this way, yet he knew that he loved her and had to see her again. Her beauty was flawless and her soft brown eyes seemed to look deep inside his soul. He felt dizzy and disoriented and knew he had to say something.

"Wait.....when will I see you again?".

Adorah turned and smiled and walked back towards him. He breathed a sigh of relief. She hugged him tightly and he kissed her gently and softly. He could smell the heather in her hair and her presence was intoxicating. He did not want to let her go. An aura of gold engulfed them during their embrace as if they had been blessed by the Gods. A warmth fell over them like a blanket on a chilled night.

Adorah pulled away gently. "My lad, we will see one another if not in this life, then the next. I shall never forget you". She gave him a sprig of heather and seemed to disappear quickly into the mist.

Persival put the piece of heather next to his heart in his vest and took one last look at the scenery and continued on his travels. He had a sense of deep love in his heart and lonliness and knew that he would see her again.