In the space between moments
Sylvan deities lightly waft
Among the tender boughs
Gentle voices falling, flitting
Landing where dreams allow.
Spring fed waters slowly trickle
Upon the sprouting green
Silvered rays dancing, streaming
As magic lays unseen.
Azure feathers softly spread
Over the moistened ground
Forgotten wisdom speaking, chanting
Whispers drifting heaven bound.
Luscious fragrance laced
Throughout the verdant vines
Fragile spirits wishing, longing
For a trace of abandoned time.
My muse's lovely giggle
Carried by the twirling breeze
My silent soul wandering, floating
To my emerald-misted reverie.
Here my tranquil soul can be
Flying quietly, forever free.
~*Only when trudging through the soul's darkest midnight can one truly appreciate the glory of the sunrise*~
[This message has been edited by Alwye (edited 03-26-2000).]