Windsong
By J. M. Carlstad
There was
a merry maid
From the
river and the dale
She was
of the sylvan glade
The waterfall
- her misty veil
Her dress
did flow so long and white
Fair hair
in tendrils fell
Blue eyes
like rippling water bright
Sun’s
rays shone where she’d dwell
The maid
she wore her tartan dear
Draped ‘cross
her shoulders there
Clan’s
motto said she’d have no fear
She wore
it well - her emblem fair
She walked
with her heart - oh
Upon her
sleeve she’d wear
Handing
out hope and help
For those
in need she’d care
The merry
maid she walked and pondered
Tales of
the world, her land
She wondered
and she wondered
How to help
others take a stand
Against
the troubles of humanity
And trying
to establish peace
It was her
hope that somehow
These troubles
would one day cease
So, she
spent her time each day
Spreading
happiness and hope
It simply
was her special way
Of helping
her people cope
She tried
to do her best
To help
children great and small
She never
liked to rest
Wanting
them to have it all
But sometimes
the maid grew tired
And sometimes
she felt alone
Sometimes
life’s tragedy would strike at her soul
‘Twas
then she’d wander her woodlands
letting
sadness take its toll
‘Twas
Peace she’d find in her woodlands
Where she
felt so much at home.
One fair
day our merry maid
Was walking,
as was her way
Wondering
at the marvels of nature
Brought
her way that very day
By and by
she came along
And listening
on the wind
She heard
the faint strains of a song
Heard the
strings of a violin
The melody
it rose and fell
The leaves
swept up around her
She crept
quietly to look over the dale
Never once
did her step founder
There spied
the maid a mystical sight
The music
it was all around her
Then suddenly
over his shoulder he looked
The Lord
turned and suddenly found her
A wondrous
musician this lord of the dale
His bow
was caught up in a dance
Nary a string
did his bow fail
while his
gaze was as sharp as a lance
A tartan
he wore o’er his shoulder
His long
hair curled down o’er his back
She wished
she were a wee bolder
But courage
she seemed now to lack
He played
on a while and she listened
Before flowing
into the dale for a dance
She swayed
with the music, like the wind in the trees
Almost as
if in a trance
Then his
eyes came to rest upon her
And she
wondered at what she saw
For the
expression she saw in his eyes so blue
Now left
her humbled and quite in awe
She couldn’t
quite meet his look
She didn’t
know what to say or do
But in her
heart she knew him of old
And she
felt that he knew her too
Then raising
her eyes - his to meet
Souls met
in the river of blue
The fusion
was complete
Flowing
between intense eyes of the Two
The sunlight
so bright became blinding
And the
river began to churn
In a maelstrom
of waters a-winding
So fiery
did their energy burn
Macrocosmic
was the force
Intense
was the white light
synergy
at its source
‘most
heavenly was the sight
Such energy
whirled all about them
You could
have felt it had you been there
Leaves spiralled
up and around them
Circling
up and through the fresh air
Then sun
spilled over the water
Reflection
almost too bright to bear
Our merry
maid – nature’s daughter
joined her
lord right then and right there!
The violin
played in a whirlwind of joy
Sweeping
them up and away
Together
they walked through the forest
Together
they walked through the glade
He called
her “his angel”
She called
him M’Lord
Thus together
forever they stayed
Maybe ‘twas
just the whisper of trees
Maybe ‘tis
but an old tale
Yet truth
and hope lives on in hearts free
A legacy
we must not fail
Sometimes
to this day if you listen
to the winds
from the river and dale
You’ll
feel the Sun’s warmth as it glistens
By the waters
so blue ‘long life’s trail
And softly
upon the breeze
you’ll
hear a song on a violin played
and you’ll
know in your heart it’s the song of great Love
‘tween a lord and his merry maid
In spirit
they walk through the forest
In spirit
they walk through the glade
He calls
her his angel
She calls
him “M’Lord
Thus together
forever they’ve stayed
