Author Information
Beauty Near The Stream
Folder:
Fairies, Sprites and Others
The sun shines on a glorious day
troubles fade without matter
The dream is woven
by the scent of sage
and in the distance
the sound of trickling water...
A gentle breeze begins to blow
Warm and soft the sigh of summer
caressing my face
with gentle strokes
not unlike the hands of a lover
Alone she sits on sandy banks
that lead to aquatic twists
With eyes closed and peaceful expression
she is a creature of delightful bliss
Unaware that I am there
She laughs without reason
or perhaps it is her way
to welcome in
the summer season.
Her laughter echoes
within my mind
and within the mirth
I know I'll find
the meaning of harmonies
amidst the score
that is her wonder
and so much more.
Would this dream
borne on winds of reality
Take me away
far from the frailty
To the place
where illusion is King
and whisper his Queen
and the acts of sovereign passion
rule naturally.
