Kindred Spirit
A winged figure flies alone.Searching for the one he calls his own.Softly whispering to the
girl of his dreams,sitting there on the rock by the stream…
…She looks into the crystal depths,where past ,present,and future is kept.In her mind
memories drift in and out.She listens now to someone else’s shouts…
…A winged figure stands alone,watching his love in a pain of her own…
…The pain of seeing and knowing.The years of heartache are showing.The lines etched in
her face are deep,and her violet eyes are troubles keep…
…But the fire burns within her still.It gives her hope and strengthens her will…
…She prefers to be alone these days,secluded in her forest maze.The visions aren’t so bad
out here.The silence helps to keep her mind clear.
But there is one thing she doesn’t understand.Why the visions don’t come with the strange
meloncholy man?A striking figure who moves with grace,always a sad smile upon his face.
He visits her sometimes at night.Then disappears as if he took flight.But she doesn’t question
where he’s from.She tends to feel lighter when he comes.
A little of the burden is lifted.He says she’s not cursed but gifted.He seems to feel her pain as
if it were his own.A kindred spirit,maybe,perhaps she’s not alone.
Copyright © Lacy Verret | Year Posted 2008
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