Will O'Wisp
Sadly drifting with the wind,
The will'o'wisp looks at the moon.
Gathering up her skirts amidst
The teardrops glistening much too soon...
"Tell me, moon, o'wondrous orb,
thou who sees the wandering night...
Do you see my mother there?
Is she the distant shining light?"
Straining pointed ears above,
She tries to hear the answer clear...
But only the cooing of the owl
Is dancing on the evening air.
Drifting further in the stream,
She chances on a dragon dancing.
Lifting up beseeching arms,
A song of question goes awinging...
"Tell me, dragon, o'marvelous creature,
Thou who knows both then and now...
Have you seen my mother there?
Is she on the Great Ship's prow?"
And the great eyes look inside her,
Filling every nook and cranny...
Causing her to faulter slightly,
As she falls upon her fanny.
"Whither wilst thou, will'o'wisp?
Thy mother I hear near...
Gather up thy skirts and fly,
Unto her love so dear...
Do not question where she is,
And do not search without...
Look for her within yourself,
There she dwells... no doubt."
Bowing, the happy will'o'wisp,
Flew up onto the gentle wind...
Which led her to her mother,
And thence to her true self again.
©1996 Quelonzia/Terry Schorer
