The Moonfaery

The moonfaery glides,
On silver wings,
Across the fading purple sky.
To earth she flies,
from ethereal planes and sings,
of things in no man's eyes.

These are the ones.
called star children,
For they have a different light.
Breathing a word,
your inspiration,
daring you to reach their height.

The ancients called them,
Zeus' daughters.
Seven of them gowned in blues
Art, history, music, science,
Man's greatness by proxy
Whispered by a muse.

I dreamt in colour,
Writing rhyme
I soared with them once before.
Their sisterhood special.
But too high was the price.
For my childhood to ignore.

The choices I was given.
Forced to make at age of four.
My childhood or my wings of light
I looked again toward the moon
I wished that I could soar.
I dreamed once more my flight.

©2002 Sherry Gardner