Everlast

the forest doesn't have a name
nor she who dwelleth there
the one who stareth at the moon
the girl of golden hair.

waters, livid blue and gold
complement the air
the iridescent shades of white
conceal the nothings there.

dancing through the waterfalls,
she of looks so fair,
slow and silent spins alone
the girl of golden hair.

the eyes above did love her grace,
they wished here always there.
a curse, a curse, immortalized.
the gods are so unfair.

and so she carries on the life
that no one else will share
nobody to frolic with
but water, earth, and air.

Celeste Cote



home again, home again... or possibly another poem?