We dwelt in a gold palace in the sun
Set in the silver of a magian sea,
A sea more bright than diamonds and as free
Of tears as dewdrops are, and we were one.
Our love beat like the brazen waves that run
Eternally home to kiss the level lea.
As mingled foams upon the waves were we
Or so it seemed, until our day was done.
I woke to tears and knew the tears were mine.
My shattered castle was an echoing tomb.
All magic: the wild singing of the elves
Echoing on the hill-winds faint and fine
Dissolved and rains swept through each empty room
And quiet spiders spun on empty shelves.
Copyright 2002 Anissa Nedzel Gage