Wednesday, August 11, 2010

CAVE DWELLERS

CAVE DWELLERS

They stand,
monuments to time
silent markers
of a rite of passage
about which we humans
know nothing.

They move not,
these guardians of the
the deep earth.
There is no relief
no replacement will come
to revive them.

Formed through
mists and drops
sentinels to a history
which evades the mind
that will not look
beneath the surface.

And they rise.

Michelle Balletto-Wooten
© 8-11-10

Friday, August 6, 2010

THE CRYSTAL FLUTE

THE CRYSTAL FLUTE

Just before dawn, the fairy queen rises,
she stretches, and views the night sky.
Dancing with stars by the flickering moon
she softly blows kisses good-bye.

The hour has come for dawn to arrive,
but dawn waits for the music to call.
Fairy queen raises her crystal flute to her lips.
The sun she soon will enthrall

She plays a melody sweet and clear.
The sun dances upon the horizon.
Dawn is now come, she returns to her own
The crystal flute, waits for new dawn to come...

Michelle Wooten
© 7-5-04