Out of the twilight gloaming
I wander, thin and frail.
Sore and sorrow filled,
I seek something I can
Not find. Sad rememberer,
Lingering thought of yestertime,
Sidhe it is, I knew, me, you, always.
My dreams are fragile. Walk softly.
Fae, loved ones, gathering round the
Mysty dawn. I hear you, but cannot touch
You. Hunger fills me as I move.
And I still have hope that you will
Find me. Love, shadow, memory.
Poet, warrior, friend and foe.
Lover. Be merciful to me,
A sinner…..
Text created by Susan Isabella Sheehan
“Art Is The Perception Of An Altered Reality©”
Copyright 2008 Surreal Digital Artist™
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Sally Omar, about 1 month ago
Awesome writing…Sally xxoo
Enivea, about 1 month ago
You are the voice for many….......thank you Susan.
Druidstorm, about 1 month ago
To be found is to some “Freedom!” Fly Susan! Magikal words my friend!!!...)o(
Gregory John O..., about 1 month ago
wonderful Susan
Warrior, about 1 month ago
wonderful !!