The Lady of the
Wold
by Ian Curtress
No one alive can
tell the day when the Lady was first seen
Generations have passed on their tales.
So many has there been
All visions have their lasting joy. Her
cloak of burnished gold
Her beauty never equalled. The Lady of
the Wold
They say if you should catch her smile
your heart is set aflame
Such elegance and beauty your life ne’er’
be the same
How was she born. Another World. Perhaps
in heavens fold
Sent to Earth to spirits lift. The Lady
of the Wold
On days of grey when depression strikes
for reasons oft unseen
One can but hope, although forlorn, to
glimpse a magic scene
Where your soul becomes uplifted and a
happy future is foretold
By a sudden vision beyond belief. The
Lady of the Wold
I write these words to share with you
just how I was blessed
I saw her smile and loving eyes as my
soul she laid to rest
In that defining moment life's meaning I
could behold
In others see only beauty. The Lady of
the Wold |
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