Frail figure
Steadfast faith
Liquid eyes
Like the wild fawn
Virgin
Quiet humor
Quiet composure
Learning strength
And finding knowledge
Gentle heart
Like the hart
Scholar
Softling childe
The stars’ fading strength
Somnolent sun
Trickles of ice
Necromancer
Crowned in the brightening dawn
Tremulous step
The frighted hind
Priest
As the sun breaks the cold of night and the rosy light skitters across the patchy snow and grass to fill the sky, I see you wandering around the great oaks and the star-lilies as if you are lost. Morning glories are twined in your hair.
This is DreamLand, oh waking world, but you do not search for me.
WindChaser
1998