Wisp

It came to me on a broken leaf

whispering enchantment,

a promise all to familiar

in the hearts of young.

It fell from the heavens,

softly swaying,

gently rocking,

descending the sky that carried it.

It has been said that

“fate brings back together

those who heed the call.”

Was this the call?

Fate works in mysterious ways,

challenging chimera,

pervading reality,

creating barriers of life and death.

The marks on the leaf tell a story

of lands far and away,

the imagination cannot capture

the beauty of such experience.

Living for thousands of years,

breathing colours,

grazing textures,

fully immersed within landscape.

The land changes around you

and you remain seated,

from feudal to industrial

you wait patiently

relaxed in your hammock,

softly swaying,

gently rocking,

ascending time itself.

“Fate brings together

those who heed the call,”

all you need to do is wait

and your time will come.  © Lloyd Rock