A silent path,
Shining down,
Floating through the air
To touch this cold ground.
Dancing around her,
Sparkling in the night,
Hymlume's fair children;
Glowing, soft and bright.
She weaves thro'
Her path.
Dancing
Thro' the sky.
Listen,
Hear her singing:
"I praised You,
The One Who Reigns on High.
I praise You still.
Listen, born to die."
Silver robes trailing,
Tears upon her face.
She dances with her children
Who remain'd in place.
Coming with the moonlight,
Her sorrows follow.
Listen to her song,
Yesterday, today, tomarrow:
"Beyond the Final Water falling,
In my songs, I'm recalling
My stars fleeing.
Children, no!
Won't you return to me?"
The stars tremble,
Gazing at their mother.
They murmur.
And then -
There comes another.
Soft, repenant steps.
Restored, horn stain'd red;
Approaching his mother,
Whom he harmed and fled.
The moonbeams shiver,
Turning white from blue.
Hymlume smiles,
Her songs ringing true.
The moonlight glows,
Reflecting from Lume, Lord.
And the midnight shows
An old star restored.
Beyond the Final Water falling,
Songs of Spheres recalling.
The one lost now returns.
Won't you return to Me?
She, of course, though, only smiles and says that she recorded it
down, nothing more.
7 comments:
Wow. Rebekah, this poem is absolutely haunting and its imagery is so vivid. The 'postscript' made me smile. Loved it! Great job!
So fluid and lovely! I adore reading more about the restoration of one of the Fallen.
Wow! I love the story that this poem tells. Truly inspiring.
Thank you, thank you all!
You should know all the trouble I put Anne Elisabeth Stengl through with this: I miss-spelled some words, and she was gracious enough to change them.
This poem is so lyrical and, as everyone has said, the imagery is breathtaking. I love how you depicted the restored unicorn coming home. Mesmerizing and wonderful. God bless you.
Beautiful! Absolutely lovely work, describing one of my favorite scenes--but in poetry! Great job!
Gorgeously potent! It gave me goosebumps!
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