The Enchanted Cottage

The fields of sage and willow fill my dreams
where time plays on like some forgotten song
and summer light, ablaze in coral beams
comes pouring through the cotton clouds of dawn.

A simple cottage, weathered, poor and old
is nestled midst the tangled, mossy hues.
Her crumbling walls, like gentle arms, enfold
the sacred shadows she cannot refuse.

Her floors are cold, her shutters must be pried,
her paint is chipped and faded from the years
but every tiny door is open wide
and every corner --just as it appears.

Where lightning flashes 'cross the meadow's span;
where thunder booms to rhythms of the soul
and fear is like delight beneath His hand
where pain is pure within the Spirit's flow.

The night is black and soft, a velvet tent,
the daybreak comes, the diamond dew drops gleam
The sonnets of Romance and sweet Laments
entice me to remain within this dream.

M.A.King 6-24-09