The Wheel
Well, it was a great weekend for running away to KW Cooks and Bards in Sunny Windhaven. The hospitality of the North lived up to legend, and it was a rare gathering of friends old and new. In proper faheud fashion, the thank you is written in song….
The Wheel
© 2005 George Reed
And the Wheel…slowly turns, each spoke in its time
Bring me dreams, make them real, help me find…
Many things come to pass in their time, slow or fast
Flowing on every day
And I thank whatever sends me the strength of good friends
Until I can pass their way.
Many songs by the fire. Many words that inspire
Me to do what can.
Morganna’s tales—lessons learned—Gaerred’s song, smiles earned
All make me a better man.
And the Wheel…slowly turns, each spoke in its time
Bring me dreams, make them real, help me find…
Elianne, Rosanore, angel voices of before
Weaving a fair tapestry.
Burdens taken free of heart, we accept them from the start,
Many long hours to see.
Still, they seem to fall away when in joy comes the day
And a fire gathers us all around.
Owen’s song, Dahrien, filk brilliant once again
Cerian’s frightful polar cows.
And the Wheel…slowly turns, each spoke in its time
Bring me dreams, make them real, help me find…
Longest roads aren’t far when I can see the star
O’er Gryphons where they sing.
Windhaven’s largesse, smile of their baroness
Her folk make the high hall ring.
The many tales of Brion, I could listen until dawn
Where Michael warns us to be heard.
Voice of old, voice anew, I listen to you
Treasuring each passing word
And the Wheel…slowly turns, each spoke in its time
Bring me dreams, make them real, help me find…
So I than you for a place and a smile on my face
And the resting of burdens small and large.
I will come, I will sing, let the Gryphon’s hall ring
No journey can be too far.
And the Wheel…slowly turns, each spoke in its time
Bring me dreams, make them real, help me find…
Posted: December 29th, 2005 under Songs.
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