Is a peek all we get of the Beginning... <br />Is that 'away-time' kept...beguiled <br />In the Hills Of Changlings... <br />I will foster that child... <br /> <br />The Neverling...in the Now of Prescience. <br />This peek of tarns, barrows, wights <br />That fought ancient gods into being, <br />Tantalizing feast for new children <br /> <br />Born ever as Changlings, all... <br />Be the sunrise that begets fostering of <br />Beauty, to see Elves in the Clearing... <br />Bright, shimmering Light flowing into <br /> <br />Souls of Poets...all.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poets-6/
