windofhope
Wind of Hope

Once in time, 'twas long ago,
The wind was born above the snow,
Beneath the moonlight's steady glow,
And only star-eyed fairies know
The secret that made wind to blow.

The wind, it whispers my one song
From day to dusk and all night long
And puts my heart where it belongs,
Among the stars' eternal throng,
Where no one's place is ever wrong.

* * *

The stars shone at the rainbow's end;
I traveled onward once again
Upon a horse of sand and wind,
O'er the dunes and round the bend
To someplace christened "Fairyland."

I reached it just as morning's light
Cast down the stars and veiled the night.
I halted at the city's sight;
The place was crowned in perfect white,
Its royal robe forever bright.

At inn I registered to stay;
Belongings I left there to lay
And headed out into the day
Where merchants there, in bright array,
Sold souvenirs beside the bay.

The dawn of spring was in the air;
I mingled in the market square,
The makings of a county fair,
Yet something new and silent there,
Where from the lake shone sunlight's stare.

I reveled in this minty life,
Yet even joy can turn to strife.
In two short days and one cold night
A single shot began the fight,
And hearts were pierced as with a knife.

So one lone soul began a lie,
And all this majesty has died.
The sacred fire that once burned high
Was turned a dim and ugly cry,
And darkness did encloud the sky.

A look of fear was on the face
Of all left of the fairy race.
I tried to leave the horrid place,
But, caught up in the battle's pace,
Was force to fight, to my disgrace.

I hated bitterness of war;
I wanted back what I came for,
The lovely land of fairy's lore,
Instead received this frightful gore
Where holes in every heart were torn.

I then came face to face with one
Who claimed to shoot the shot that rung,
That broke the peace, that shadowed sun.
He smiled his lie and raised his gun;
I stood my place but wished to run.

"Why do you kill this land?" I said.
"There's many that are counted dead.
This war has filled all hearts with dread;
We're not e'en safe in our own beds.
This war is pointless." Then I fled.

The sun that day set red like blood;
The clouds, they waved its tidal flood.
The wind had cast a dart that stung
Into our hearts and in the sun;
It turned our faces to the mud.

Peace had turned to raging war.
"Can it return?" one might implore;
Came to this land of fairy's lore.
I ride home now, a bit forlorn,
Yet stop to watch as wind is born.

* * *

And now, right here, not long ago,
The wind is born above the snow,
Beneath the moonlight's steady glow,
And I and star-eyed fairies know
The secret that makes wind to blow.

The wind, it whispers my one song
From day to dusk and all night long
And puts my heart where it belongs,
Among the stars' eternal throng,
Where no one's place is ever wrong.