Fleeting

It is an odd thing, this mourning.
It came out of the stillness of the setting sun,
when the last beams of warm light touch the cooling earth.

The end for her came at her beginning.
Alone on the mountain of her youth,
at one with nature, the sun, the sky and the earth.

She sat still, communing with her terra mother.
The wind dances with her hair in a final caress,
her gentle locks moved smoothly around her face.

The sun shone on her procelain face.
No tears wetted her cheeks,
nor any fear marred her eyes.

Her rapture was set upon her in a quiet voice.
Calling her to comforting home of eternal and magical peace,
soft reward for the battles she had both won and lost.

Through angelic brown eyes the vision of the last sunset was reflected.
The clouds parted a pathway to her destination,
the music of spells guided her away.

She closed her eyes and was no more...


Originally Written August 6, 2009