[Dream Gate] [Poet Glas]

Fae Messenger

For Leliel

In ancient times the angels carried word
Of glad and fearsome joy; but now that light
Is carried by a lass of grace unheard
Who dances through the world of day and night.
And what a messenger to cross the miles
With mystery and beauty of the fae,
And fearsome intellect enwreathed in smiles
With lithesome step, to better mark the way.
This engineer of fate, this lady bright
With talents for the living and the cold.
Machinery, that at her touch most right
Will also come to wake; both shy and bold.
And so I state in words for Laura clear:
She is a messenger we hold most dear.

copyright E Glas Durboraw, December 26, 2001

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