In a field soft and serene,
In silence he did swear to keep,
This vague sensation buried deep,
Though clearly betrayed by his face
Which instead pleaded his case.
In his eyes a fire rare.
The light fell upon his face,
Where beauty seemed to marry grace,
He was so little and fair once.
As he looked up to the sky he said,
'I wish upon thee new moon,
Gant me one wish tonight.'
And the moon fell silent.
He asked again and still no reply,
Still he had realised he had wasted his time.
Years had pasted, days had flown,
And still he asked his question.
Thoughan old voice had once told him,
'It is not the question which is to be answered,
But the answer which is to be questioned.'
So hold your tongue bare,
Hold your hands up,
Close your eyes,
Welcome to the real world.
*Pixie* - 07/11/03