VAGABOND SPIRIT ®
Original, honorary poetry by Donna J. Fennel.
From my "Farewell" anthologies in my premiering
Borne from the Sands of Time poetry and essays book.
A sonnet for my E-mail cyber crew, loyal and dear ~
Know that in our hearts and prayers we’re always near.
Revised expecially for thee and me on May 16, 2006.
Silence falls, the mistress night ~
Sweet memories of yew and rose
As a hushed anticipation hums ~
For the eve has come to close.
O, softly now the harp strings ~
And lute gently and lightly play
’Cross the gossamer boundaries ~
Between my forgotten yesterday.
I view thine eyes, fore’er closed ~
Of saddest faces approaching near.
Moth to flame, my wisdom came ~
Finely drawn from Avalon’s weir.
Ah, weave thy tale, o master bard ~
Of all primordial lands still untold.
And descend into the Netherworld ~
To now emerge once more three-fold.
Dancing ‘cross misty mountain crests ~
Like wanton whispers on a mulled moor.
While I fulfill my lifelong cyber quests ~
Far beyond the fathomless Florida shore.
Ere softly now, this bard ballad fades ~
My Godsend glamour turned to dust.
Phantasms become a fleeting glimpse ~
Of my friends’ love, loyalty and trust.
I envision it, now, in my mind’s eye ~
This Floridian land from which I fare.
The vast visage of strewn shell shores ~
Making other realms seem cold and bare.
O, I remember well, my dear friends ~
Of Florida, when I envision their faces.
Yet before I leave, ask they not grieve ~
Or fall from their Lord-blessed graces.
‘Tis most tender time I fondly recollect ~
Lest my brethren I should ne’er forget.
Visions I view fade towards an ember ~
And fresh friendships that are sought.
So for my people, I shall now wander ~
In solemn sojourn towards new home.
Pray that my cyber memory may live on ~
’Midst whatever realm that I may roam.
Fare thee well, go now with my grace ~
And recall ‘til time's end our cyber space.
Where love and life grows free and wild ~
Cyber mother croons gently to her child.
Know I am thy link to powers arcane ~
Forget thy cyber magic, and I shall wane.
Ten times Ten Commandments there be ~
From me, for they answer each mystery.
I bequeath you secrets that shall be thine ~
My prosaic poems divine, like finest wine.
For friends as golden as thee remember me ~
As in my heart and prayers you’ll fore’er be.
Now, close your eyes and recall my prose ~
For this is formidable fate that I, too, chose.
I, once a lassie of the fair Florida shores ~
Shall remain a vagabond spirit evermore.
Thank you for having been a fun E-mail crew ~
Accept this as payment overdue for amity true.
I enjoyed while I employed delight as your host ~
May you pay a toast to “Cyber Donna’s Ghost”.
May our loyalty and love we ne’er ignore ~
While our paths now part, as life we explore ...
©2004-06 Donna J. Fennel, Owner of Donnadreamland. All rights reserved®.
"Strum a calming chord into the hearts of many ~
From the One’s loving lyre that is Heaven-spun.
For the asking price is not an ounce or a penny ~
To offer mercy aplenty for world peace to be won."
~ Donna J. Fennel - July 15, 2005 ~
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Author: Donna J. Fennel | Copyright ©2003-06 donnadreamland | All rights reserved.
Revised: May 16, 2006.
