In my packing, I came across a couple of items scribbled on paper that I’d completely forgotten:
“It is the warmth of light that dances in a Fairie’s heart and brings her joy with each new day.” — from a Post-It note
And, secondly, a poem I don’t remember writing, but all the same, I signed and dated it. Shared with apologies because I’m no poet.
Alo Nalá Seno Erus
In their beds the children cry
Silken tears
For the starless night that clouds the sky.
They whisper of old, of
Forgotten fears:
Does darkness again stretch forth his hand?
Once threatened the young no
Longer forget
The darkness they never saw.
In their hearts a light unsullied
Is kept
Where shadow’s touch shall never fall.
Though fear may tread there still
And close they cower
Fleeing an enemy that dares not strike.
For high above a star peers out
With silver power glowing.
Praises, songs, and cries of joy
From lips of young are flowing.
A Kalis dé Jaera, Star of Hope,
They whisper. So promises are
Kept to them and darkness held away.
Their light his touch will never mar.
For to them an oath was made:
Adotair morienor netrim
Nalá seno erus.
Though darkness falls,
Light shall come again.
-Nicole Sharp, 22 May 2003
And now back to my previously scheduled packing.
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