'The Magic Oasis'

Day slowly blends in colors pastel, this goddess, on her palette the colors that foretell her progression as the sky obeys in its subjugation, till finally the deeper varied shades of ebonys and grays indicate tis time this art be surrendered to be continued by the master hand of Night.

Two wander through an oasis of her own making, a female tall and delicate, a Prince tall in stature of spirit, till they meet from their own weaving way they chose to be taken.

They talk under shade of palm as he with such a tender soothing of song of words of love lets flow, sparkling each in their own mystical aura, heighten the magic of her making.

In them is found the strength of magic charm to move past bar and walls firmly constructed, yea even several feet thick they are to a heart that has lain behind them lest insincerity enter and pain once more is felt in its quickening.

Rising to greet such harmonic song sung by a Prince of a land from afar, she,a prisoner bound by the words of others gone afore, words false that did rend her soul, moves with hesitant step towards the radiant singer of this mystical ballad.

"My heart thou hast captured", echoes the chorus to each stanza sung, each one more full of passion than the one afore it.

Till finally all the hurt dispatched, he waits for the one smaller to extend most delicate hand to he the Prince who holds forth his palm open-waiting- for her to touch and bless with such a most holy filled touch of golden spirit.

Flesh soft, and oh so tender is slowly allowed to be woven in a firmer hold of this the minstrel Prince of song, till finally a grip is strong atwixt her and this royal singer.

Courted so gallantly by he during Day's radiance and wooed with intimate saying in Night's shading, blessed is this by breezes carrying the Flowers exotic out of her private dreams and longings.

Happiness flows as a soothing balm through mind, body, soul and heart, sweeping out the cob webs of pain left by so many a harsh song sung cleanses her memories.

Joy causes her soul to orchestrate a song of its own - blessing - gifting - to her face a beauty that was already there reigning, to such a sheen of adoration none other's to can be there any comparing.

How long they linger to them is not known, only realized is that in each moment love of her's and his can be seen to do naught but to grow.

Serenity rules in this their kingdom of love - stillness is heard in one twilight's colors a voice in feminine intonation,"Where are thee my Prince? I thee cannot find.  Didst thou desert me on an eve of misunderstanding?"

These words came still on a breeze warm to the other's heart, he felt but a storm, she longs for the once blessed shelter of his arms, for now into their world she thought alone they shared had come darkness, and Shadows and Cobwebs began to be spun once more.

Spying him she in joy takes flight from where she has called out for his answer, falling upon him with an intimacy surely well known, as well known now as the embrace they are sharing.

Her eyes wet with the crystal clear tears of her now bruised and rent soul, she the first found by her Prince speaks forth her own wording,"Ye have thought of me wrong, thought I strum on the Harp of Love a false concerto. You take love true and leave me to this oasis"

The Prince rises, she longs for his gaze to be met by her own, her laughter no longer gay causes a cloud crackling with thunder to be heard, she thought he the one who had salvation come with at last, only to find now in his love the purest of torment.

And as Night with brush paints upon his palette once more, he adds a star red that then is seen to be exploding, vast are cast its pieces throughout all the heavens.

Back behind her walls and bars she creeps, the one who had been thought false to weep in tears that sing their own words themselves, words that only be heard to say "Go away Love, Go Away Joy, Go Away Happiness and ner to my soul returnth."

And thus she does remain behind, hidden by Palms and Flowers blooming ner again to grant passage to any other minstrel' song.

Pressed by the weight of the pain of Rejection she lays herself down covered by the quilt of a new forever and eternal bound sorrow.


K