Under The Dreaming Tree

(Kelfour’s Landing, back in the day, circa 1992)

{Backstory: The bardess met a man under the Dreaming Tree… need I explain anything else? ~D.}

 

Under The Dreaming Tree

My journey brought me here alone,
Dreams to weave, songs to hone.
But elusive was every dream I tried,
No songs there were for me to guide.

Until one midnight he came to me,
And we met under the Dreaming Tree.
Who can say now just who charmed whom
When we danced together under the moon.

The fire I could see in his eyes,
Burned in my blood, to my surprise.

The question that lay upon his lips
I did not want to wait to sip.

His hand reached out and brushed my face;
Trembling, I stepped into his embrace.

When all around me the world reeled,
And then for me, my fate was sealed;
That moonlit midnight he came to me,
And we danced under the Dreaming Tree.

No more were there dreams without end,
The visions came again, like an old friend.
The songs unlocked now from my heart
Soared within this dancing start.

Passion was the fire that replaced the cold;
Water fed my questioning, thirsting soul;

Wind kissed my cheek with a gentle touch;
and in my ear, a whispered, “Shush”.

Then the earth itself danced with me,
That night under the Dreaming Tree.

The fire I could see in his eyes,
Burned in my blood, to my surprise.
The question that lay upon his lips,
I did not want to wait to sip.
His hand reached out and brushed my face,
Trembling, I stepped into his embrace.

That midnight my dreams were set free
When he danced with me,
Under the Dreaming Tree.

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GSBardess Past

Author: GSBardess Past

She contributes from her retirement to share memories of GS3 and GS2 with us.

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