It Is Time

Tendrils of shattered dreams
Slipping through fingers
The tainted bubbles of yesteryear's days

Smile Little One
Face of Fair Child
Eyes of the Ancient

Wind borne tragedy
The sighs of night
Collapse upon the roots

Shine Young One
Flaxen crown woven of Gold
Feet fleet for Dance

Flame incited tempest
Creation trampled above
Seared wisps underneath

Sing Beloved One
Lips quivering bruised Lilly
Throat ivory Nightingale

Fragile prayer in hope
Pooling salted fears
Bitter barbs blooded

Stretch Aged One
Hands of gnarled Tenderness
Knees given Humility

Shield of faith upheld
Words distilled battling
Messages from beyond the gate

Stay Raised One
Form swathed Light
Beauty reflecting Perfection

Whisper of love remembered
Soul embraced belief
It Is Time.