The Wind

I saw you at the window

For a moment flashing by

As you swept across the night sky

On your way to meet the moon

As you rode your hair shown silver

And your cloak flew wild behind,

Your horse was dark as midnight

As it galloped neath the gloom,

And on toward the sunrise

Without waiting for reply

From the messenger sent to you

With a golden yellow star

You traveled on till daybreak

I lost you in the sun

Now I must wait till eventide

To signal you to come

And meet your fellow traveler

Who rides from age to age

And wishes to accompany you

On Faerie escapades.

Faerie Sojourner

©2002