~Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes
to twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. ~
Soften whispers breathed through the lurking shadows of the garden’s depth, too many of time could she count to of found this place and wept. Even now silent streams of tears streak her cheeks, making her appear very humble and awfully meek. Though the nigh was different this time and place, she had requested to see the man without a trace A new comer from across the sea’s perhaps he was the barer of better fortuned dreams.
Tender lifeless eyes looked up towards the beams, the night had already begun to hang very low, while a delicate hand reached out to touch the pellets of the last roses’ of the summer, before more seeds would have to be sowed. How it would please her to see this garden once again blooming with life, but for now it sits just barely trying to survive. Another, year has gone by without even the smallest voice to give her peace, along with a choice.
The beating of wings filled the air as a very small spotted owl landed over head, a smile something very rarely seen hoping the bird brought good tidings. Reaching up taking the small tied parchment from the leg, unfolding it and reading it in the casted beams over head.
Silently now, she would silently wait, for the wonder of some who knew the fate.
to twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. ~
Soften whispers breathed through the lurking shadows of the garden’s depth, too many of time could she count to of found this place and wept. Even now silent streams of tears streak her cheeks, making her appear very humble and awfully meek. Though the nigh was different this time and place, she had requested to see the man without a trace A new comer from across the sea’s perhaps he was the barer of better fortuned dreams.
Tender lifeless eyes looked up towards the beams, the night had already begun to hang very low, while a delicate hand reached out to touch the pellets of the last roses’ of the summer, before more seeds would have to be sowed. How it would please her to see this garden once again blooming with life, but for now it sits just barely trying to survive. Another, year has gone by without even the smallest voice to give her peace, along with a choice.
The beating of wings filled the air as a very small spotted owl landed over head, a smile something very rarely seen hoping the bird brought good tidings. Reaching up taking the small tied parchment from the leg, unfolding it and reading it in the casted beams over head.
Silently now, she would silently wait, for the wonder of some who knew the fate.