| The Blessing Day
Once upon a time, there was a maze, with fruit tree borders, and Angels and Fairies would skip and play hide and seek among these trees, together. When they were weary, they would lay down amid the soft clover and listen. The trees would beckon them to be still, as they told their stories about the frozen ones with beating hearts, and the blessing day. Up in the Rowan tree a tawny owl sits; still indifferent to all the ruckus on the forest floor there, in a clearing is a bronzed woman with water flowing up from her mouth and flowing over her beautiful form she has been showered in colourful jewels i watch her keen as she reaches to the sky she whispers my name to hear my name upon her lips is heaven to me as my name was once unmentionable coloured tassels and one teardrop watch over the balms of touch i am reverent to the gifting watch the maid-made maze and remember the stories back home about how they like to lure the boys in there take their watches and get them lost forever ~shalome Copyright � 2006 2007. All Rights Reserved. |