Clever as a feather
drifting soft on starlight wings,
word to image dancing,
now lost in faery rings,
What word have you to sing tonight
as old year turns to new?
What memories will spin inside,
some happy, some to rue?
Clever as a feather
drifting soft on starlight wings,
the old year is coming home to rest,
the new year gently sings,
of tomorrows we will cherish,
of hopes we long to bring
into the break of morning light
beyond the faery ring.
12/31/05
Beyond the fairy ring
beyond the edge of time
standing in star dust land
free of rime
dressed in blackest velvet
looking to Aurora Waves
covering me in colors, gold
magenta, cyan, and red
shaken loose from her robes
splashed upon my head
grayed with time
and solemn walks
in early morning hours
riding the dawn to day break
slipping into the dusk
with a fling of her hand
sparkling dust.
bentfeather
12/31/05
