Spirits of words and love

The light plays
amidst the trees,
its brightness
flashes out a story
in the breeze.

A dancing Nymph
picks up its
thread and sings
the rhythm of
myth and legend,

where love is
fought for by giants
and dragons burn the land.

Man's weakness
nothing
but a folly,
the distant wish to find
peace within his own mind.

? Lesley Roberts 9 September 2002