“Flowing Dreams” Painting by Glen Tarnowski
A Wizard; who else you could be!
Knocking my Gate from behind the seventh Sea
Whispering no word yet weaving ages: Epics of Mystery
A Goddess in the Lost Land of Eden; me, you paint
When I’m no Goddess not even a kin of a Saint
An Angel destined to sprinkle blesses over the homeless
When I’m broken-winged and only my chains are chain-less
Dressing me the shimmering armor of a Warrior of Light
When I’m a war-announcer only when myself is the one to fight
Sculpturing me a statue of wisdom
When my pilgrimage fails reaching the outer walls of its kingdom
Wedding me to the altar of Peace
When even my every fiber aches to be a whole piece
Worshipping me as a Savior of fallen Fate
When I’m the first fallen scripted on its plate
A Wizard; who else you could be!
Knocking my Gate from behind the seventh Sea
Whispering no word yet weaving ages: Epics of Mystery
Ask no seasoning of a bee weeping an empty hive
I’m just a Mermaid whose tail isn’t strong enough to cross Winter-deep alive
Ask no pollen of a Lillie raped through a storm and scared again to yield
I’m just a Fairy in short of Pixie-dust to roam the blooming Field
Ask no honey of sterile branches to birth fruits do ache
I’m just a Genie who sets free all’s dreams when hers are sentenced to the stake
A Wizard; who else you could be!
Knocking my Gate from behind the seventh Sea
Whispering no word yet weaving ages: Epics of Mystery
2012 © Mira Jay
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