Monday, January 28, 2008

Night Flights

The light from her den called to me in the night,
But she was not there,
The fairie had left with her true love and flown to
exciting places yet unknown.

Her presence was felt still in her den,
But the light had grown cold.

She will return from far off places to visit us one day,
As fairies always do~


Sara said...

gorsh mother! I made it through the whole wedding with no blubbering, now I'm gonna cry like a baby!

LNA said...

Gotcha!!!! The image of that light coming from downstairs pouring out into the dark hall and family room haunted me as I tried to sleep. So much so that as I drove to DHMC at 5am the poem came to me.