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Midnight was the hour,
The quiet night wind blew through the trees like that of an unseen own,
Whispering through the threes, sounding as a fading quiet choir,
The moon shone bright, full in its wide open sky,
Accompanied by the faint glimmer of distant worlds, stars,
Quiet was the night, with the eyes of heaven gazing upon the dew covered ground,
The world was at peace.
Midnight was the hour, and there,
Below the tree in which the moon shone its light,
Below the tree in which the wind blew its gentle whispers,
Stood the most fair of maidens,
There beneath heaven and sky stood an angel,
Blessing the ground in which she stood upon, that dew covered ground.
Midnight was the hour, and there, there in the midst of night,
She quaintly, quietly stood,
Peering out into the beautiful moonlit horizons,
Staring out into the far off distance lined with great grassy darkened hills,
There she stood, this, pure vision of grace, beauty,
Angel like in nature, with glorious enchanting wings outstretched within the wind.
Midnight was the hour,
Violently the winds blew, roaring through the mountains with the fierceness of a dragon,
Bellowing out with violence, and rage, not in warmth but in frozen gusts,
Clouds cast themselves over the night sky, like a shell to keep out the light,
And snow and ice fell upon the world, covering the mountain paths,
Covering the mountain paths in thick, white, treacherous blankets,
The world was enraged.
Midnight was the hour, and there,
Within those cold mountain paths,
Within those cold mountain paths where the winds blew with such frozen fierceness,
Treaded a beggar, a lonely soul, darkened by his past,
There beneath the hate of the clouds walked a lost soul,
Hated by the world, more and more, with every step,
Midnight was the hour, and there, there within the frigid paths,
He treaded on, determined,
Determined to make it out of the snow filled mountains, that jailed his journey,
Knee deep within the bone chilling hate of nature,
Freezing, wanting to give up, but continuing on.
….and then…the clearing.
That beggar, who lost soul, that was so determined,
That so desired for the warmth of the moon,
That journeyed for reasons so far untold,
Had finally reached the clearing.
Wide open fields of grass,
Where the wind flowed with a whisper,
And the moon shone upon the ground,
Accompanied by other worlds and stars,
With a warming glow only heaven could know.
He exclaimed to the stars….
“Oh dear heavens, how long I have traveled through the blinding snow,
How long I have treaded through the frost and freezing chill to reach such a place,
My heart has not stopped me from finding this place,
Through your obstacles I know now that my heart is true,
And that the journey I have come to conquer was worth what I search for,
I come for you dearest Danie, My fair maiden,
My dear Danie I travel long, treacherous nights, so that you,
A pure angel, a vision of grace and love,
May take my heart, my soul, and finally set it free,
From the demons and shadows in which hold me here as nothing,
But a lowly beggar.”
He spoke to the heavens, the stars, and the brilliant moon at that moment,
That moment after midnight,
And the stars seemed to form an arrow, as he looked high above,
And his eyes followed that arrow,
And as he peered out into the night,
He saw the bright shining bliss,
Of his sweet Danie’s eyes,
That maiden fair, that angel of light and love.
She too followed the light of the stars,
Peering out into his cold lonely eyes, now lit by the thought of hope,
And the heavens smiled down upon them,
The winds sang in harmony through the trees with a brilliant song of love and lore,
The moons stars and sky shone brighter than before,
As they came together, hand in hand,
The angel and the beggar.
Info:This poem was writen for my friend Danie, hope she likes it. Not finished, will add more to it another day when i dont run out of vocabulary words. lol
 William Saint Claire · Thu Jan 22, 2009 @ 12:15am · 0 Comments |
