In the scars are the stories

Why do I cling to mist?

These dreams of dust and ash?

Life is woven in frail fabric

Loose threads of myriad colors

Divine tapestry of a thousand scars

But in the scars are the stories

Endless remembrances

On one such threaded glimpse

Were Gwenhwyfar and Lancelot

Two flames destined to fall

Like stars cascading from the skies

Their story still etched

On the edge of ancient places

He only wished to be Gwenhwyfar’s shadow

Yet great Camelot fell

Why could not Avalon save them?

Why was Merlin’s magic so feeble?

Now weary is this wanderer

This wondering Neverlander

Waking into a world of dying fire

Into a world of aching embers

Echoes enshrined immortal

Author's Note

“Had I told the sea what I felt for you, it would have left its shores, its shells, its fish, and followed me” -- Nizar Qabbani

Reviews

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

very heartfelt and easily relatable - scars from physical pain are easier to forget than the ones caused from emotional pain, since the latter comes from memories - that are unintentionally replayed into our heads for an indefinite amount of time

[An owl on the moon]

Yes, so true. The scars of the souls have everlasting marks to remind us. Blessings for your day, your night, your week, dear poet.

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful poetry my friend.
"This wondering Neverlander
Waking into a world of dying fire
Into a world of aching embers
Echoes enshrined immortal"
The poem had the feel of myth and wonder. The above lines are the questions asked. Is love sweet or misery. Thank you for sharing the amazing tale.
Coyote

[An owl on the moon]

I always appreciate your insights, my friend, and I know your life has been filled with agony and ecstasy. May you find this year overflowing with joy for you.

[Coyote Poetry]

I always enjoy your work and you are welcome.