this is what I wrote on me blog on Monday, I suck at poetry but this is what was in me head

a week ago to the day i left my home,
not of my own choosing
my scattered family gone already
I sat alone in a dusty field
remembereing how just hours earlier
we all sat sang and laughed together.

and there I stood viewing the field
where the fae had so recently held court
where fire spewed and epic ballads were sung
where swords met and hearts became one

Pirates played with sprite,
satyrs and nymphs entwined
Old and young embraced
and swayed together
in a beutiful fire driven dance

Through it all I danced my dance
the joker, story teller an Salty Dog
I left the real world and lived a dream
to be more than I am in on the other side of the veil

Old friends were held closer
remembering times gone by
new friends become family
welcome wholy to the fold
and some friends
evolve to something new
before your very eyes

a week has past
and I am still in that dusty field
yearning to have it all back
to split the veil then never return
for a year is too long to return to my home.