Change

Tis a journey all but fleeting

Prancing through the wilderness a-seeking

Of pixies and faeries flowers and leaves

Dreams are but castles in the trees

By the wave of the conjurer's wand

In a burst of fiery colour and sound

All is frozen for a moment in time

Awakened to fresh rhythm and rhyme

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She blinks once twice thrice

Disbelieving unconceiving of this reprise

Till blue grey skies shroud the heavens

Choking her pathway with a mist thickened

Is it really such?

A painful touch

Or does the gentle whisper of a guiding tune

Linger and hope to be found soon

Will this mystical story e'er be told

Of which only the seeker will behold

And relate, in reminiscence of a bygone strife...

About her ever-changing dance of life