About the Poem
What happen happens in those final hours, final moments of life? What personal dreams do we rekindle? And who takes us from this world to the next? I was musing about this when this poem was born.
Flight Of The Fairies |
| by Veronica Ann Cech |
| Old woman rises from her slumber Earlier than the sun Sleep; an infrequent visitor in her world She feels the burden of her world, heavy in her bones Gently brushing a strand of silvery gray out of her eyes She labors to unsteady feet Slowly she makes her way to her window To watch the moon shimmer upon the lake She sees Them gently fluttering, awaiting the sunrise Calling to her, beckoning her to join them She pulls her robe tight about her, making her way outside along the shore They are waiting for her there: The Otherkin No cold wind does she feel, Aches and pains forgotten She sits upon the damp grass as they dance for her They land softly upon gnarled hands Beauty and age in stark contrast They whisper to her , beckoning her to join them She closes her eyes and flies with them Over miles, years, time, space Their music fills her heart and soul; she smiles Once more she is with him; love of her life From oh so long ago Their music fills her heart and soul Tonight she joins Them The pain and fetters of age fall from her She is young again; she is with him The sun rises casting its yellow glow Upon the lifeless figure of an old woman Morning breeze gently lifting her silver strands Peeking from a rosebud nearby They sing; hand in hand Together again |
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7 Visitor Comments
alastriona
I LIKE this one, I like this speculation on death as a nice thing, getting rid of world-weariness. This is a really cool poem.
Tiffany
I love this poem. It is so beautyful.
Charlee
This was a very sweet poem its nice to think that is the way i will die and the ones i love. death doesnt have to be scary or harsh and you've shown that you truly have a gift!
britt
i love this poem it flows and is elegent it is great!
Ned
I hope it is like this to die; how beautiful is her death.
Renee
This poem was beautiful and sweet,so touching it gave me goosebumps!
Heather
I thought that it was really sweet and I love fantasy and enchated poems. I love reading poems about fairies.
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