Ripples over mirrored face <br />Leaning through, half mist half light <br />Fey don't know the mortal's plight <br />From pain, comes miracles swiftly arise <br />Lone behold the wrenched lighthouse call <br />Deep beneath the clouded skies <br />Far beyond mortality’s reach <br />T’was born in mortal lands <br />through to immortal hands<br /><br />Lyra Pearce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ripples-at-water-s-edge/
