In the shadows of yesterday
bathed in evening mist
there rise ancient castle walls
wherein, there lives a princess
attended to by dainty faeries,
that flitter lightly through the air.
By day she shines more radiant
than the sun above the clouds,
her eyes of palest blue
reflect the morning sky,
and the slightest touch of her sweet smile
excites the meadowlark to song.
But at night she sings a melody
with a melancholy tale
that tells how she’s a prisoner
behind those aging walls
where her heart has ceased to tremble
and her soul has filled with tears.
High above this misty vale
in the glistening of dawn
she dreams of days unfolding
when freedom’s whispers will prevail
and the dust of winsome faeries
will render wings to set her free.
september 2002
© Janet Reid
