Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
The wyrms chirped in return, gratified and content, bandaged and whole for the moment, and Lena hastened them off on a whirl of gentle fingers and billowing clouds. They dispersed with mischievous gleams, intending to make do on the uttered promises, before flickering off to the nearest, next venture within the enclosure. Lena laughed once more, and only when Finn noted the time did she glance upwards – beyond the eternal starlight. “Oh goodness, sorry to have kept you.” She released them too from the gates, opening and closing, allowing the man to step through while she picked up the rest of her belongings.
Basket along her arm, a thought immersed, and she needed to go that way regardless. “Do you want to see the unicorn before you go?” He’d seemed curious about it earlier; and the equine would likely be gone, healed, ready to rejoin their herd, by the time Finn made it back to the gardens. They’d already been too long, alone, without the natural aid and regard of their companions.
Basket along her arm, a thought immersed, and she needed to go that way regardless. “Do you want to see the unicorn before you go?” He’d seemed curious about it earlier; and the equine would likely be gone, healed, ready to rejoin their herd, by the time Finn made it back to the gardens. They’d already been too long, alone, without the natural aid and regard of their companions.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
