Princess of the Sky
Like the disappearing sun of yesterday
So has her childhood dissolved away
With two white steeds that are the trees
She is the leaf, marauder of the breeze
She rides against the wind
Her name is Rain
Born with the grain of knowing
Sight to the blind who cannot see tomorrow
Or view the valleys of the past
Be not envious of her rampant blood!
Where origins are buried in another world
Where voices speak in lost syllables
In a language of no forgetting
Where the laughter of the birds is still
And clouds shed only a torrent of tears
For she would rather turn her face to the sky
And feel the gentleness of the mist
She has a burning desire to be free
Free of the gift
Free of the burden
Free of the knowledge that has taken her innocence
A voice of the thunder calls her
Invites her to fly beyond the clouds
So the earth can be beautiful
Where sun comes after the rain
Where the drought is over at last
Where the rain creates a rainbow
She is the leaf.....maurader of the breeze
Her name is Rain
But they call her Zodiac,....Princess of the sky
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2012
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