Life, Tome of Fairy Tale

When the storm of sorrow surges with dark rain, the banks of mind break, eroded by dense despair, the river of affliction in full flood doesn’t spare the broken heart drowning in the dungeon of pain. In the sleepless high noon of the nostalgic night I go out soaking the shadow of the crowned sky, satiated in silver shower on moon kissed meadow I lie, as up above far away the seraphic stars shine bright. I see then the fairies fly on their golden wing, adorned in silky splendor of autumn’s amber leaves, a mystique astral tapestry for me they weave, solace of heaven for the tormented soul they bring. In dreamy dusk they dance on the rungs of rainbows, ethereal charm flashes like the blaze of shooting stars. When the clouds of gloom melt and the sky clears, with sparkling smile of the fairies the face of sky glows. In the sea of boundless dreams I set the swan sail, hoping someday I’d reach the distant sunny shore, where the tribulations won’t torture me anymore. How I wish my life turns into a tome of fairy tale. November 7, 2019 Contest : November Twinkle Fairy Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger December 27, 2019 Contest : Strand Special 10, Any Form, Any Theme Sponsor: Brian Strand