Friday, June 05, 2009

A Magical Land



She goes there every once in a while
When things get too tough
Or she faces a trial

Twas a place full of comfort
A room, no - a land
A whole town was for her
It was all in His plan

Her eyes were alive
Every sense was awakened
Never did it back then but
This habit turned to trend

She created that land,
With sugarplum fairies
Reflective like mom's eyes
They danced and were merry

The clouds looked so heavy
With snow falling down
All around that sleepy goodnight little town

"He's coming!" she said.
With a shiver and smile
"he's coming...." with the excitement of only a child.

Her comfort was found in that sleepy little town
The rain in the night
And the stars all around
Where no one could hear her
And silence was found,
Where there were no boundaries
But wood fences abound.

Like a book on her shelf
That rickety old thing
She blows dust off the pages
And magic comes round

The night was so young
But was getting too late
To be sitting out there
Out there on that gate

But she liked to just wait
To feel stillness, oh fate
Sarcastic cold winters
With the slap in the face

She's sitting and waiting
For her love to be found
Sitting up there
To be rescued and crowned

A queen of her beautiful mystery land
A land she created, a land that will stand.
Time cannot free love,

But it won't be secured;
She will follow with songs
And she'll sing you the words.

She's safe in a world where things never go wrong
A place in her heart, a place she belongs...

She goes there sometimes
Where it's safe and it's cozy
It's a calm winter wind
And her hair simply blows free.

3 comments:

Jasmine said...

Wow.... is that your writing? I like it.

Jourdan said...

Yeah, it is - thanks! Just a random story that popped into my head late at night...those are always the good ones :)

Lynda Meyers said...

I want to hear the end of the story!!

Does he come and find her? Does he give her his coat and put her up behind him on the horse and ride away?

:)