Sun-Childe

 

Bright as a sunbeam

            Just as swift

Clever minded

            Like the magpie

 

            Jester

 

A warm heart

            And sharp grin

Like the shine of gold

                        Like the glow of fire

Keen eyes

            Like those of a hawk

 

            Gambler

 

White knight

            Freedom-fighting

The sheen of insolence  

                        A tongue of flame

A dreaming King

            Of Numenor, of Camelot

Pride reborn

            Like the phoenix

 

            Warrior

 

            As the sun rises high into the azure sky, the birds sing your praise and I witness your exultation.  The wild daisies bow to your sweet words (as do I) and the verdant leaves whisper your name.  The silvered clouds dapple the hot land, but they cannot erase the memory of your touch.

 

            Your haughtiness does not permit my heart though.

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                WindChaser

                                                                                                            1998