This is a poem I found on my computer last night while looking for a scene between Flairé and Marteth that I wrote a long time ago. I mean, I wrote both the scene and the poem a long time ago, though I’m pretty sure the poem came first. I’m not sure who the speaker is, but it’s either Zela or Flairé. So I decided to put it up today, rather than a picture. It’s an overly poetic description of the Pacific Northwest in free verse (I think).
I have walked in sunlit forests
Where the only sound was my breath
The golden light was all around me
And life was golden in the silence
I’ve been to the highest mountains
And looked at lands below
Where the world is vast and glorious
The clouds brush my hair
I watched on the longest night
When the lovely darkness was ablaze
The stars were of another world
Purity untouched by anything
If I was a star, what would I feel?
To shine and glitter in the warm dark
Blue and gold and silver
A speck to bring joy and beauty
I’ve climbed a hill
To feel the rising sun
These silver mountains
They are my home
And in the dusk
A pale moon rises
In the north, in my home
The land of evergreen mountains
At mid of night
The blazing stars pierce my eyes
Is there anything so beautiful
As to live in my land?
Bright rivers of clear water
The tall white peaked spires
My heart’s greatest desire
Is to dwell there always
