Wednesday, January 28, 2015

The Loss of Dreams....


This is a piece on a fallen fairy why and how she fell. Her job to spin dreams of many colours to place them on the eyelids of man.

Lost..

Through the forest
She wandered
Lost
Not knowing where to go

No sound penetrated the
Darkness
Even the wind was still

A whimper escaped her
Lips so blue
Whilst all around
The silence grew

Pictures of the mind

A fairy world
She came from
Translucent blue and grey
With magic
Always being
The order of the day

Celestial skies
Deep green meadows framed
Where lambs played and gambolled
And shone the sun so brightly
Even when it rained

For this was an enchanted place
Where dreams were spun
In golden threads
Before lighting on the sight of men
Placing pictures in their minds

Emerging

From many levels they did come
High and low
Far and wide
All varied energies emerging
Into great swoops
Pictures of every shade and colour

Intermingled so they were
As ribbons caught and sewn
Together
In variegated bands
Each serving its purpose
As illusions often do

Knowing Inside

Some to cloud the thoughts of man
Some to disturb
These were dark in colour
Red, black, dark blue
Colours true they were
For deeds they had to do

Yet ones of lilac, pink and white
Would light upon man's eyelids
And bring forth much delight
A smile upon their lips would form
Whilst deep in sleep they lay
For knowingness inside them
Still took place

Doing...

And she herself
Her body light as down
Transparent wings
Carrying her
Far and wide
Doing the work
She had come to do

Now for eons
With others of her ilk
They played their game
And plied their trade
Of night filled dreams
To all who fell asleep

Losing herself..


It mattered not
To them
These bringers of fantasy
And the like
Their job it was to do

But how could she
Who knew so well
The dreams of man
Beguiled now
Herself too
For temptation takes on
Many guises

She followed thus
A bronzed youth
His golden curls
And deep green eyes
His body beautiful
And strong
Pulled her to him

Without thought of
All she left behind
She followed him

Erotic love it had become
Her body lithe
Lifting to him
And he in glory
And being man
Took her

And thus she lost
Her fairy ways
Her lips turned blue
As she became
A human maid

Now wanders she
In forest dark
Not knowing where
Or how to find
Her way back home
and so it is......

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