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A spring like many a springtime before,
at the bluest hour of the bluest day.
A young woman’s tears come to the fore.
They seem to be there to stay.

The silence sings her a soft lullaby
where she sits upon a moss clad stone.
Shoulders slumped with burden, why?
She seems weary, yes tired to the bone.

A cause for her trouble there must be
and there is, hidden deep in her mind.
She has the power to hear and to see
secrets that time or space would bind.

Truth, she carries her secrets well,
but still the tears fall down unbidden.
For her knowledge is the kind of hell
that traps you in what’s not left hidden.

She loves to hear the gentle fall of rain,
for ’tis the same water now that in the past
fell, on body heated by love’s lusty pain.
Love that she knew could never last.

So she wanders lost in time’s great sea,
despite the knowledge in her soul.
Seeking what she knows peace to be,
but the Fates will not make her whole.

Cursed is she to always wander ‘round
though she does not know her crime.
She remains lonely even in a crowd,
stays only for a short moment in time.

Her power is one that can hurt as it heals,
but she fights for what she believes in.
Too well she knows the pain fate deals,
but she won’t plead, as pride is her sin.

She hasn’t broken and she never will,
nothing can beat her fire within.
Her sword never falters or misses a kill,
whatever the sacrifice she will win.

But in this hour, in this special place,
she calls for help to alleviate her fears.
Her eyes search through time and space,
through deserts and her falling tears.

-Adored one, beloved, forever my love,
where to has the darkness banned you?
In a grieving eternity I’ve waited, my love,
and longer still in my search for you.

Where art thou now half of my soul?
Do we both hear the same stars’ song?
Without you beside me I can never be whole,
every night’s as an eternity’s long.

Do you recall the oath you gave me?
I remember every single uttered word.
My heart is cold like the desert I see.
The feelings are calling, have you heard?

The woman’s golden locks are shifting,
moved by an icy gust of air.
Her searching mind stops drifting
as the wind’s howling turns from despair.

Her eyes they glitter with a brilliant smile
as fog moves swiftly in over the moor.
The spring world’s mesmerized all the while
by sudden snowflakes making war.

Her eyes are locked in the distance
and round her the world is freezing slowly.
Out on the moor she sees a mirage dance
and paving the way the snow falls lowly.

Puzzling is the moment for those not in the know,
but her eyes can see beyond the veil.
And behind the fog born of traitorous snow
there waits the one she needs to heal.

So the threads of cold thin before her eyes
revealing that which she’s waited so long for.
The man she loved under those once upon skies,
the one she’s bound to by magic and lore.

She recalls the strength in their loving still,
all those glorious nights of their youth.
And in his bearing she can plainly read his will -
his feelings are the same then forsooth.

On the cold moor where two worlds collide
they trade whispers and vows of forever.
Despair and love so strong on each side
and renewed hope from this time together.

But the time the veil can be parted is not long
and before they know it the end is in sight.
No time for goodbyes as the fog rolls in strong
and spells away that midwinter night.

Now the snow is melted from this magical place,
which they both left those eons ago.
But as I stand here I still remember his face,
and the life that I cherished so.

For I’ve lived thousands of lives since that life,
but still I can not let him go.

Seek me
where the great falls
give water to each thirsty soul.
Where the brilliant light
of the loving
gives each love
a chance to prevail.

Seek me
where the lion
knows each and every lamb.
Where the dust
is a sandy beach,
and every footstep
is of itself divine.

Seek me
in the country
where only bright shadows fall.
Where the morning
is golden,
and the night
is far more forgiving.

There I will wait
till every star has fallen.
And the mighty sun has long ago
swallowed the Earth.
Come there are seek me
when your spirit is weary,
and I’ll be the rest
for your tiring heart.