Written: 12-12-99
Remembrance
a.k.a
Lunarbard
Far off,
In another world,
Where unicorns exist,
Where pixies dance,
In another world,
Where life is true,
I find my memory,
Slowly dancing,
To a faint melody,
A melody of hope,
That shines with my dreams.
A melody of nature,
That grows with my wants.
A melody of imagination,
That soothes me with my creativity.
I dance to this melody,
In a grove of cherry trees,
Their cherry blossoms are all around me,
Floating and nestling in my hair.
Here I dance with myself,
As the center of attention.
While the pixies watch from the trees,
While the unicorns’ lay resting,
While the fairies perch on rocks,
While the elvens stand watching silently.
As I dance,
Slowly,
Quietly,
To this melody.
A melody that yurns,
For another player in the game,
For the pair of my soul,
That exists out there,
On another planet.
Far off,
In another world,
Where unicorns exist,
Where pixies dance,
My soul dances,
Waiting for the soul,
Of another being,
To dance with it,
In harmony.
Slowly I dance,
While the elvens watch,
While the unicorns lay,
While the fairies perch,
While the pixies watch,
I dance,
In a grove of cherry blossoms,
I dance quietly,
To the melody of my heart and soul,
I dance,
Waiting,
Waiting,
Waiting . . .
