In the silence below the smiling moon she waits,
wind blows the dying leaves through vacant streets
and she gazes into the eyes of the stars
thirsting for the words to quench her being.
Patterns learned through ages now lost
and the rhythm takes on new meaning as she smiles
at the blank empty houses that lay before her,
behind the castle looms large
yet welcoming to the sage of the night
to open the pages of a new history,
she flips idly the yellowed journals of yesterday
searching for her name written centuries before,
and unsurprised to find
boldly laid out below her finger
her birth and death defined
forgotten yet now known.
She of the dust of wars and love,
traveling to her destiny to find
below a moving earth where tides seek her touch,
the collapse of the walls of the castle falling into waves
and carried away to tomorrow
as she turns to find open space waiting
for the new pen to create
the art of now.