Leather-bound, embossed with theme.
A fairy’s tale expressed in dream.
What will be the lesson gleaned,
From ancient tears: imbruing sanguine?
Time passes, and on life passes.
On and on she counted the masses;
As they rose and fell ’round her grove,
The fairy, on and on she wove.
She sang and wove a requiem,
Suspended in time in a delirium.
Her voice echoed through times’ void,
Until the universe was destroyed.
And on the shelf of a newborn ‘verse,
There rests a leather-bound tome of verse;
Which when opened weeps it’s elegiac-song.
As woven into flesh the soul’s of the throng,
For eternity unceasingly sing on.
K. Aldaya, 11/1/14
Picture: “Old Book” by Todd McKimmey: https://www.flickr.com/photos/toddmckimmey/; http://www.toddmckimmey.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/2010_01_05_old_book_2x3.jpg