Awaken my child the moon is high
fly you shall, over the leafy bloom
with wings so incandescent
through my lips,
breaths of wind whisper your name,
as I think you a little fairy
pale as the lily with slumbers eyes
while stardust sprinkles
clover and dew
palm to palm, I hold you bearing my soul,
It’s now, I set you free.
Author notes
Picture inspiration:
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A contest entry
- Picture Insipired, 10 Lines or Less/ 16 entries by mysticstorm.
600 points, ended November 26, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Lovely metaphor and sweet feel of love as you give her freedom to be.
Very beautiful and strong.
Really enjoyed this write.
Thank you for entering!

