Maid of the Mist

Lelawala, an elfin child,
To Mother Nature born:
In her heart sing Thunder Gods,
Her eyes are streaks of dawn.

Lelawala, a village maid,
A lovely bride to win:
For swain the Chief picks old Brave Heart,
Alas! It is her ruin.

Lelawala ran afar
While village children called:
Beyond the gates, into unknowns,
So distant now her walls.

Lelawala, she heard strange sounds,
From woods to her they cried:
Headlong she went o'er swirling tides-
As Maid of Mist survived.

Today she stands beneath her Falls,
Her arms for e'er upraised;
She calls, she calls to dreaming souls,
To live their dreams, unfazed.

Search

I seek roots,

To hold me to my ground,

To spread unseen.

I seek winds,

To blow away dead leaves,

To whisper of unknown realms.

I seek laughter,

To gladden this earth

Rent by strife and fear.

I seek faith,

To love this disordered world,

As a Mother loves her child.

I seeksunlight,

To brighten my darkening hours

To blaze a path to eternity.

I seek peace,

In my ever hungry heart,

In my final destiny of life.