Ancients, BnV, BooknVolume, Dreams, Elves, Fantasy, Gallantry, Growing Old, life, Longing, Master's Touch, Mirror, Mysthical Creatures, Mystical, photography, Poem, poetry, Setting Sun, Silence, spirituality, Vision, Waiting, Whispers, ~Morgan~
A Thousand Mirrors whisperingly Speak,
Ancients crying from years long past,
Enticing Visions both Gallant and Meek,
Where Mystic Elves softly strode last.
Before the Ship of the Setting Sun
Clasp them in its Loving Arms,
A Journey Enduring, once begun,
Life now bereft of all their Charms.
A Thousand Mirrors Waiting, Bleak,
Longing for their Master’s Touch,
Silenced by Age, Unable to Speak,
Alone, some Broken, Yearning for Much.
amazing photograph found at: http://www.fairyroom.com