A Perfect Circle

 
Far back in the forest hid a cottage of fieldstone.
Away from village and neighbor it stood there alone.
Dwelled a man and a girl of radiant hair.
Happy were the two among the wild everywhere.
Old grew the man but the child stayed nearly the same.
When age made its threat came the time to explain.
“Their once was a fierce storm it ripped the forest apart.
Among the fallen trees was a nest spun as a heart.
Within this cocoon is where you had been laid.
Since then in our home together we’ve staid.
Awaits now your destiny a great journey’s ahead.
‘Tis time my sweet child.” Were the last words to be said.
In tears the girl rode off in the forest along a watery trail.
A glow shown above through the trees canopied veil.
An angelic creature appeared with hair flowing like flame.
Her dress of pure light moved like her bright mane.
So gently and slow she lifted the girls purple cloak.
The appearance of wings came forth from her stroke.
“Every one of your moments we watched from a far.
Hid in the ray of a sunbeam and the point of a star.”
She said, “With him we knew you would be all right.
To mature as a woods fairy and a child of the light.
With the power to grant wishes and dreams to come true.”
Before the moment could pass they both instantly knew.
For her self it was less wish than a plea that she’d pray.
“I want to return to when I was found on that day.”
To live as it were she’d forget all that there is.
Postponing her future to again be in his.
Asleep in a cocoon as a storm raged out side.
The beginning has started again not denied.