Looking out at the ocean
the setting sun glittering hugly
splashes of color are painted on the sky
waves crash against rock fiercely
Sitting on the warm sand
sticking to your feet
a sense of mystery creeps through you
which you have a longing to meet
scanning the area
there is nothing out of the ordinary
even the small birds seem at rest
and peep calmly
The sun has drifted beneath the horizon
and from the mountain behind
drifts a mist
blurring your mind
stars begin to twinkle over head
the cloud crawls nearer
as forboding enters your thoughts
you are drawn to the mist, closer
A soft music fills your head
piping a soft tune
the melody entrances you
and you follow it getting louder and brighter as the moon
the mist has come
engulfing your body
chills seep down and through you
like diving into the sea
small glowing lights begin to appear
dark figures dance around to the growing music
Each move made is graceful
carefullly fit though free, following the music
Walking through the mist towards you
the transluscent figures becoming opaque
A figure steps into the light
he is beautiful, no man on earth could match the stake
He called out to you
says your name in his lushous voice
Beckons to you with a misty hand
You must make this impossible choice
To stay in this wicked land of hurt and tears
your worries and doubts filling every breath you take
or going to a land where guilt means nothing
and enjoyment is in every move you make
What choice would you make if given this situation
the flight to a world beyond our own?
Or would you choosed to stay here
in the safty of your home?
The land of fearie...a mystery and wonder to everyone
-connie
