The Tale

“Come sit and I’ll speak of a tale.”
One of magic and faces pale.
A time when two discovered one.
A world with passion where love did run.

“A story” cried the red haired child!
He bobbed and danced around the wild
Roses that the Lady grew,
In dunes of sand, of amber hue.

“Story?” The Lady thought,
It seems this child needs to be taught
The difference in a tale with truth
And stories with a fairy tooth.

“I speak of lovers in a world
Where crimes of want are often hurled
Against the covered ears of those
That never saw the field to sow.”

The child looked beyond confused.
Alas, the Lady was bemused
To think a child could understand
That more to truth her tale did have.

The Lady then did close her eyes
And with a simple breath of sighs
Remembered when the tale was new
And all the happiness that ensued.

She sailed away, her love in hand.
They met each day upon the land
That brought the two of them together
Her memories to stay forever.

The tiny hand touched her tear
The child’s voice soft and clear,
“Perhaps this tale that you describe,
Is better told another time.”

The Lady looked into those eyes,
Filled with wonder and surprise
She slowly nodded, “yes my dear,
It’s story time. Erase your fear.”

And so together they did talk
Of dragon feathers and magic bought.
Of wonders that are hard to find,
Imagination filling mind.