faery weave

 

calming voice carry away reality

like a story tellers wrinkled hands

weave a welcoming dream of peace

piecing together life times memory

in gentle flows of laughter and

twisted faery tales bleeding life

away in rain drop tears of precious

dolls tossed into summer night

flame by wrinkled story teller hands

carrying reality away with a setting gaze.

 

Author's Note

Cp. 10:??AM Tue 03/04/08 NM slow sick breath, tired eyes (Written, Genesis)