At dusk as the sun crept below the hills,
two pilgrims wandering the road met.
Both pairs of eyes shining with starlight and dreams,
the wind would take them where it meant them to go,
and together they set off.
They laughed and sang songs of love,
of chance encounters and lives past,
at night they rested among the trees.
She sewed crowns of daisies as they lay in the grass,
her golden hair flowed among the sea of green,
he told stories of princess castles and pirate ships.
Her laughter tinkled like one-hundred bells,
the breeze lifted a lock of golden hair,
a butterfly caressing his cheek.
When she faced him he could not see,
the pack of wolves on her back,
though here and there he caught a glimpse.
Her eyes became weary,
day by day the starlight died,
the flowers in her hair wilted with time.
And with the twinkling of the morning dew,
her eyelashes shone like glittering jewels,
tears mixed with dew rolled down freckled cheeks.
She placed a kiss upon his sleeping brow,
a single tear fell upon his cheek,
light as a cat she crept back to the road.
He woke with memory of a dream,
he touched his cheek still half-asleep,
a glimpse of shadow, fleeting moonbeam.
With a heavy heart he made for the road,
he saw the figure in the distance with hair of golden silk,
but did not quicken his steps.
A young woman made her way down the road,
starlight and dreams shone in her eyes once more.
two pilgrims wandering the road met.
Both pairs of eyes shining with starlight and dreams,
the wind would take them where it meant them to go,
and together they set off.
They laughed and sang songs of love,
of chance encounters and lives past,
at night they rested among the trees.
She sewed crowns of daisies as they lay in the grass,
her golden hair flowed among the sea of green,
he told stories of princess castles and pirate ships.
Her laughter tinkled like one-hundred bells,
the breeze lifted a lock of golden hair,
a butterfly caressing his cheek.
When she faced him he could not see,
the pack of wolves on her back,
though here and there he caught a glimpse.
Her eyes became weary,
day by day the starlight died,
the flowers in her hair wilted with time.
And with the twinkling of the morning dew,
her eyelashes shone like glittering jewels,
tears mixed with dew rolled down freckled cheeks.
She placed a kiss upon his sleeping brow,
a single tear fell upon his cheek,
light as a cat she crept back to the road.
He woke with memory of a dream,
he touched his cheek still half-asleep,
a glimpse of shadow, fleeting moonbeam.
With a heavy heart he made for the road,
he saw the figure in the distance with hair of golden silk,
but did not quicken his steps.
A young woman made her way down the road,
starlight and dreams shone in her eyes once more.