Who am I?
Well here you go,
an answer,
my sum,
in perfect prose...

Hello, I'm Aeth.
And I'm new to this place...
To this world and you, I may yet be new,
But it's this that I ask,
Because hello stranger,
Who are you?

How could you ever be a danger,
when you have a tongue of rhyming, writhing gold.

I may be all of 15, lively and lean,
but tell me to go hither,
and I shall not wither,
I shall twirl with lightning,
If a tad bit frightening.

I ask that you see,
I'm an old soul,
in a young heart,
Just like a good wooden bowl,
useful and timeless,
with barely a fault.

And if one was to be found,
certainly, not on THIS ground...

And as I dance across moss,
water, and stone.
I've found, I'm at a loss,
Because where am I to find,
My next simple rhyme?

Because what rhymes with water?
Not heather or mink,
It seems my spring has not sprung,
Syllables come undone,
How 'bout this, my dear one,
Why not have some fun?

As I'm afraid that for now,
I must bid you adieu,
As I have no rhyme for water,
I'm afraid that it's later,
when I'll have to see you..

It is true that oft,
I am nay, this bold,
But I like it here,
although it's a mighty bit cold.
But I like it here,
So I think that I'll stay...

So when you return,
my little dear Swallow,
ask of the winds,
do bid of Summer to follow?
So that with them near,
we can sing and sway,
dance and twirl,
As night wanes to day.

But you see here my fellows,
I may still be young,
small and less than astute,
But I'm just as good as the rest of you,

Were you to give me a lute,
I would sing of the Earth,
Gentle and dreamlike,
As I rest on your hearth,
deep within your cold fire,
burns the remains of your heart,

Clad in armor of ice,
and by jealousy chained,
as it's delicate strings,
flicker bright with the flames

So look here, My fellows,
As you'll see that,
though young,
only barely 15,
these rhymes that I speak,
rhythms with which I run,

You'll see that my soul,
burns as bright as the Sun.

Is there somebody out there?
Be they far or they near,

Somebody out there,
Which to share my good cheer?

As I prance atop this dune,
And dancing, I smile,
For it's my own sort of tune.

Is there somebody listening
to hear me bellow or screech?

Is there somebody listening,
to hear of my whistling,
so faint that it's neat?

Tiddling teardrops,
of the happy and joyous,

Slow spreading smiles,
of the mournful and porous,

Well is there somebody out there
To join me in my chorus?


So enjoy the rhymes,
And the rest of your day.
I sure hope that it's marvelous!
Not so morose and gray...

Best,
-Aeth

So now go friends...
Be free!
Write a rhyme,
Or a verse,
About you, me, or the Earth!
Or perhaps even a sonnet,
To be left in the comments!

And it would sure make my day,
If you have something to say,
So leave a thought, or a sign,
Leave something behind,
Because learn, and you'll find,
That it's fun to write rhymes!

And these words with which you play,
May just brighten your day!

So go on,
Leave a comment,
Think of something to say,
Because it might make you happy,
And it'd sure make my day!


© The Aeth Aero