Nhjela's Poem

Book Text
by Nhjela, poet-in-residence of the Poet's Palace in the Shimmering Citadel.

In our sleep we wander Away to distant shores Our eyes see things they've never seen before We hear beautiful music Speak a different tongue In dreams, we do not walk, we do not run We fly

Wings of night enfold us Letting dreamers soar Far over the fields and through the sky Higher than the mountains Over sleeping seas Graceful as a night owl on the wing We fly

Rising high above all Arms flung open wide Caressed by the cold wind that rushes by Silent as a soft rain Swift as waterfalls Dark as shadowed pools beneath the moons We fly

Tumbling...ever soaring Turning...ever dreaming Day turns to dusk, then to night, then to dawn And we fly

Golden wings enfold me And my spirits rise High above the hills and over shores Gentle is the morning Waking in the sky A citadel of love is what we've found And we fly