Solitaire
And so the Circle wends its Way
Curving ever so gently into the Day
Bouncing over the years in between
And now it's yesterday, or so it would seem
Soft singing as the moon shines down
Tenor voice raised in clear harmony
Visions of dragons dancing all around
Whispers of flashing scales I see
And so the Circle wends its Way
Curving ever so gently into the Day
Bouncing over the years in between
And now it's yesterday, or so it would seem
His voice trails off into the mist
And tendrils of wings vanish as smoke
He smiles brightly, winks a large eye
And vanishes into the brush
Whistling a merry tune
And my talons tap the beat
And so the Circle wends its Way
Curving ever so gently into the Day
Bouncing over the years in between
And now it's yesterday, or so it would seem
©2001-Quelonzia Stormdancer/Terry Dean
Note: This poem is dedicated to Solitaire