farooq
Posts : 90 Join date : 2007-08-23
| Subject: Flight Of The Fairies 11th September 2007, 03:53 | |
| Old woman rises from her slumber Earlier than the sun Sleep; an infrequent visitor in her world
She feels the burden of her world, heavy in her bones Gently brushing a strand of silvery gray out of her eyes She labors to unsteady feet
Slowly she makes her way to her window To watch the moon shimmer upon the lake She sees Them gently fluttering, awaiting the sunrise Calling to her, beckoning her to join them She pulls her robe tight about her, making her way outside along the shore They are waiting for her there: The Otherkin
No cold wind does she feel, Aches and pains forgotten She sits upon the damp grass as they dance for her
They land softly upon gnarled hands Beauty and age in stark contrast They whisper to her , beckoning her to join them
She closes her eyes and flies with them Over miles, years, time, space Their music fills her heart and soul; she smiles
Once more she is with him; love of her life From oh so long ago Their music fills her heart and soul
Tonight she joins Them The pain and fetters of age fall from her She is young again; she is with him
The sun rises casting its yellow glow Upon the lifeless figure of an old woman Morning breeze gently lifting her silver strands
Peeking from a rosebud nearby They sing; hand in hand Together again
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