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