Poetry 9
(c) Candace
Piece by piece - one stone then two, block the world away
Reach for the comfort of the faerie song and the warmth of the unicorn
And hear the gentle breeze whisper the wisdom of the Dragon
And watch as the butterflies weave rainbow magic into the new dawn
Sit quietly in the shadows safely hidden from most who hurry past
So follow the path of the dreamers and seekers - never quite of this plane
Hold to the old truths that they may live on - the treasures meant to last
Waltz with the moonbeams to mother earth's song in the quiet hidden glen
And in the quiet listen to the tales known only to those who listen
And hear the silent song that can be heard only with the heart
And see the clear beauty that can be felt only in a free and open soul
And know that this is the place of the dreamers and the seekers.
Faith is a fragile willowisp on gossamer wings, hard to capture and hold, yet able sustain us when we are at our weakest and to withstand the the harshest of storms. She is a treasure beyond price and is ours free simply for believing.
Tiny and small the sprite built a small wall
A place to hide when the world seemed too large
Over time adding blocks to make it grow tall
Creating a comfortable shadow in which to hide
With the passage of time the wall lengthened
A sheltered corner in which one could hide
Eventually enclosing all the space within
Closing off from the sprite all that lay outside
Safe now from the world and all beyond the wall
In quiet peaceful solitude, yet cut off and alone
Fortify the wall and stay safe and hidden from all
Follow then the path of the dreamers and seekers
Then those who could see found a crack - made a door
Let in then the light and lightened the shadows
Opened the walls of fortress - showed there was more
And exposed it for the prison that it had become
The world beyond is still large - and now it is foreign
Is a familiar prison perhaps a safer place to stay?
A sanctuary known to offer shelter at day's end
As the sprite peers out both amazed and afraid
The wall - carefully crafted - built not to fall
So few ever see it or even know it is there
And what is shown to those outside the wall
Is only the mask designed - few ever see behind
Every body has one, their private little space
A place to store all our private special things
A secure place to keep them guarded and safe
Away from others eyes and thoughts and hearts
What we store determines how our space is laid
Some store rare treasures - collected from afar
Some of us store the secrets of our trade
Some of us store trinkets that remind us of our roots
Some fix a place that is seperate from their home
Some store in jars, or boxes, or chests in an attic
Some fill up a room that is their and theirs alone
I keep all of mine locked up in my inner heart
