Ivory and AmberDarkness warms your bonesagainst the cold.The young crescent mooncatches your attention,holds it firmly.She dances in the autumn chill,spinning, gleaming,mourning summer,glad for the harvest.She dances ivory in the autumn rustlewith the fallen amber leavesas they circle her.Night deepens, and she flows across the sky.Around you, the empty fieldis a backdrop for the leavespainting the world in vibrant death.Next year, they will feed new life.As the circle begins its end,you stand and watchits magnificentbeauty.
I Have DancedI have danced among the cloudsI have touched the crescent moonI have done what few mortals have dared consider possible.I have hunted with the hawksI have run with packs of wolvesI have crossed the barrier in my mind to truly live my dreams.I have seen an endless worldI have seen a perfect worldI have looked upon our world and seen perfection in its scope.
By FirelightBrick and mortarFire in the grateRoaring, snapping.Shag carpetHot chocolate steamingLaughter, stories.Rain and snowThe sky, cold and greyJust past the window.
Too FarTell meHave I fallenSo far now, too far nowFor the change I can bring, forYou?
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