The Quest For Aureole
Spirits and Faerie
Amy Brown's Willow Whisp
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Tinkling shards of glasslike prisms, lights flickering down and around
the curvature of my face, Aureole embraced.
A symphony of light and sound surrounding and resounding
in my very breath, oxygen given up!
Elements shaping the contours of my living body, taking form.
The Spirits Chandelle and Star are here with me
and begin weaving their magic, the faerie!
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They are Ethereal, these light beings blown free of their breath,
made of their design, Unique none the less.
Many other spirits give of theirs too.
All breathing deeply, giving freely
until the 4 winds are filled with faeries of ever changing hues,
likenesses, lightness's and similarities too.
They float on the winds, somersaulting and cavorting in the air,
there favorite place to be.
Wings of the wind shaping theirs and then again these change too
as the faeries fly and fall, rise and sigh.
A Faerie Ballet performed for the Sky.
My arms reach up and hug realms of them to my breast
and they are mine,
entwined with me in whimsy and reverie.
The rest are carried away to play among the stars,
swept throughout the universe.
Everyone of them just as unique as the snowflakes
they will later create and seek when Winter blankets me.
My faeries, form a veil around my heart, my piece of Praeter
and they call it the soul, the Faerie Veil.
Then they touch the ground, my soil
and the air above it and name it real.
Here their touch, their magic takes root.
And with it flowers bud and bloom,
breaking free of the soil reaching out for the Sun.
Trees too, taking root, then climbing, saluting the skies,
reaching out toward other stars in other realms.
All over whelmed by the need to be!
Wood spirits guard their branches
and the first wood sprites are born of these.
Growth is everywhere, adorns my body.
Lakes of precious waters come to be spoonful's of refreshment savored
and yet necessary, cups of living Magic, more of Praetor's energy.
All drink of Its sustenance.
Energy is in motion in all things in all ways
as the spirit fills us all from twig, to leaf, to petal to stone.
We are together, not one, Alone.
The Spirit is Me and of Me as, it is of all I see!
Energies, Spirits, Faerie Life Surround me moves through me,
drinking my water, breathing my air, dreaming the dream.
I am Aureole, The Faery Star calling all to dream along with me.
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