Astrid

A woman in a fairy world, made from human dreams Goddess fair, conceived and born in the time of love Bound to a place of whispering breeze and moonbeams Voice as soft and gentle and the coo of the gray dove... Came the time of summer frolic and gay delight And in her gleeful wandering she paused to see Her filmy beauty reflected in a woodland pool Surrounded by the purple rose and cinnamon tree... Amazed to see within the pool her quiet twin Her every motion a study of pure synchronicity Their fingers touched on one drop of water blue Ivory wings folded in a moment for pure serenity... Lovely Astrid tarried there until shadows crept Entranced by the fluid smile on that shadow face Finally bound by the magic of that glassy world She slept, one hand dipped in that watery place.... For Constance's Reflection contest Barbara Gorelick