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Author Name: Freebluefish 1 Comments
Date Added: September 09, 2005 23:09:21 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The Little Ones

In the darkness
Swam the moon
Attended by swan like stars.
Innumeral in the gleaming skies.
Gnarled Trees in bark like imaginations
whisper by the tricks of winds
as Music beyond the human
Curves of ear the mortal keen
Marks the earth with turning root
Ink the skies with crimson ink
of autumn leaves…

Float and splash
Half remerged songs
Hewn in raindrops
Caressed in mountain tops
unremembered when this world
Was just a dreaming child
from The halls of the little ones
lanterns of your mysteries cast
Dwell in worlds
on the otherside of soil.
Toil in the alien joys and labors deep
The notes for your magical Spells
of quarter notes and treble clefs
reach out between the feathers of the stars
Share with the robin, hedgehog and fox
Timeless trills and taste of fairy wine.
in firey cups
among the cabbages and squash...

Strings and flutes of curious designs
do call others
Of your fairy folk
down into the green
immortal halls.

i touch the metal charm cool
I wearer of a forgotten symbol
in days of yore
before the parting.

For the unnamed fairy
who resides and has mixed
her kindred gift
in my ancestors flesh
her eyes dimly flow
in the far children of her choice
as the years march past
those eyes
seldom appear anymore
blood forgets to express
in the threads of generations.

Sad i return to the curse of mortal
This world of weeds and thorns
and cold shadows
Half asleep
i turn away to dream of the fields
that i must plow
feel the tooth of harvest
In the morning
i acquiesce and gather squash
as the newborn sun promises burning blush
As thumbs pull
And i Stepping over
the rings within the grass
unaware of those who last night
had stirred there…..

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Comment By: FreeMoon Fairy on April 16, 2006 06:10:07 AM Report
I have come back to read this write so many times and I still am just in awe of the beauty..
Saved this in my favorites realm a long time ago and still hadnt commented on it~
Truely enjoyed reading once again..
Its delightful to be able to bathe in your thoughts for a short time..


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