The Poets Poem by elysabeth faslund
The Poets
Is a peek all we get of the Beginning...
Is that 'away-time' kept...beguiled
In the Hills Of Changlings...
I will foster that child...
The Neverling...in the Now of Prescience.
This peek of tarns, barrows, wights
That fought ancient gods into being,
Tantalizing feast for new children
Born ever as Changlings, all...
Be the sunrise that begets fostering of
Beauty, to see Elves in the Clearing...
Bright, shimmering Light flowing into
Souls of Poets...all.
Calm, serene, pensive and optimisic. Yay! t x
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9/19/2024 9:50:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful write Elysabeth! A pleasure to read! *10*! !