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A Forms Tale
The faerie stretched out long and languidly
“It’s far too simplistic my dear friend
Eight beats and your words must come to an end?
Just what can you possibly hope to say?
Such limits can deter your clarity,
Understanding of your words gone astray.
The dragon looked up by and by
“Must your words always touch the sky?
Could you be brief if you did try?
Let your thoughts fly, let your thoughts fly.”
Said the faerie, “Can words so tightly bound
Detail the delights of a pure true love?
Or dare to soar free to the skies above?
Can they ascend to the very heavens?
Or sing of all the joy that they have found?
Or offer hope when the darkness threatens?
Dragon smiled with a sleepy grin,
“Words find their way once they begin,
The tale that they hold they will spin.
Songs on the wind, songs on the wind.”
So the day passed companionably
As they drifted on their fantasy.
And they came to know each the other,
And their shared beliefs did discover
And a rich common ground they did find
To prejudice no longer be blind
Tales flowed and filled pages ably,
Penned with true understanding’s luster
And with wisdom and patience refined
(or at least that is how the unicorn explained it all)
© Candace / Silver Dawn
