The Morning Fairie

Since it is a full moon, I decided to post one of my earlier writings and one of which I am still rather proud.

 The Morning Fairie

An angel of prophecy appeared unto me; A woman child, she possessed radiant beauty and en-capturing grace. Within her she held the knowledge of times long since passed and of time still to come. She stepped from the powerful arms of her protector - the Night - to bring forth the birth of a new day. Her garments were unbespeckled and pure. Her movement was innocently sensuous - breath-taking. Across the waters she came, gently folding back the blankets of pitch. The wind caressed her cheek gently as if to whisper, "Awaken, and let my love embrace you." The tresses of her earthen hair were perfectly tousled from sleep. Her eyes, burning bright with the life of the land and the trees, danced to the inner rhythms of her soul. A drum, beating out the hours, minutes, the very seconds until darkness would once again draw her to his chest and lull her to sleep.

In but a moment I beheld all this and had just begun to reflect on the wonder before me - Ah, but a moment is all I can bear. The sight of her now so close without the shadows to contain her beauty makes my eyes water with pain. My heart aches to be able to look full upon her once again. It is saddening to know such a beauty exists; yet, only in the few precious moments while she awakens can she be beheld.

The same breeze that caressed her cheek dried the tears from my eyes and cooled my face. Inhaling, the freshness of Morning still lingers in the air. The sounds of the world greeting her stir me from my ponderings. It is time for my rest. Sleep envelopes me and I dream of our brief encounters that fill the precious minutes connecting our two worlds. On the wind I hear her whisper, sleep sweet dear Moon.

©sierra sugar 09/1994