WrenWind

What i got for Christmas

- Parmenion visiting me and my family for the holiday

- a warm house

- happy mostly healthy kidlets

- a cd player and a couple cd's

- a beautiful seude jacket

- hubby that loves me no matter what wierdness i get into LOL

- friends

- lots of little things that mean so much

Hearing the chirp of a songbird perched apon Wyvrn's booth Wren turned around and headed back towards the kissing booth. She poked her head in and smiled softly at the occupant. Hello! I think you owe me a few hugs *giggle* Wren steps closer and wraps her arms around Peredhil then stretching up on to her tiptoes kisses him in the middle of his forhead and hugs him really tightly.

Your son takes after his father in some things. With a wink and a toss of a few gold coins Wren slips back out into the milling crowds singing a little thank you to her songbird friend.

For You, For Faith, For Love

With fear we see the star above

Until we see the one we love

Then clear our hearts for his rebirth

The saviour of our little earth

Mother Mary wraps her son

All on earth have now won

The chance to ever shine

A way out of the evil vine

The star shines for many days

A symbol of power there is stays

Calling forth kings of other lands

To touch this child with thier own hands

Light and laughter of a fairy

From child to man extraordinary

A gift is given with a nod

To solidify our trust in god

WrenWind

Dec 19 2004

Dear Wyvern

Brutewieser after-scale scent wafts past my room and I look upt to see only the tip of your tail slide by my door. I wonder where you are off to in such a hurried shuffle. What wonderful thing have you dreamed up?

You have such an incredibly creative mind and a talent for mayhem. Worth every ruined dress and squashed toe just to see you smile and scheme.

Dragonic eyes that swirl with mirth and fun when the opportunity for geld is near are wonderful to watch.

I know we havn't had a lot of time together. Only a dance or two and a meeting in your office for my application. you tried to sell me cream or such. ...

Did I ever tell you I thought you were cute ?

Wren Windsong

*rushes to post before she chickens out*

Congrats All!!!

Regel

I'm always happy to see you pop up in IRC even when I have to chase you down LOL. Your stories touch my heart. Thank-you for letting me get to know you and for pushing me beyond the brink on ocasion . *hugs*

Happy Buddah

For being wonderfully brutal when pulling apart my poems. ThoughI don't always take the advice Iappriciate it very much.

Peredhil ........ Well he knows

(more to come )

Wren sees the flyer and adds her name in purple ink and hopes she isn't too late

*Wren looks up from her book ans sees the line of ppl wind past her and smiles*

CONGA!! She hops up and joins in the fun... dut-dut-dut-dut. dut. KICK!

*hugs* made me smile too

Godess of love

bright light in the sky

wings of a dove

hides the twinkle as she flies

*hugs*

twinkle slowly fluttering

tiny flash of light

lost in the frosty landscape

Thanks!

Knowing the real sentiment in these poems you have managed to bring me to tears

*hugs you both tight*

Definately a memory to keep in writing and you have captured it well.

Well I guessed right but I'm slow getting to answer *hugs* I have been down this road a couple times too so I understand. I will add my prayers too.

*hugs*

Bang on Salinye you got the perspective i was going for *hugs* thanks for the comments Rhapsody.

Wren

Night Walker

Sun on horizon grows thin

Another long night beckons

And into the darkness crawl

Staccato beat of rain on tin

Light shines on wet pavement

Damp smell permeates all

Telltale signs of desperate sin

Red lipstick smeared

Party dress tossed in a ball

No pride left to pass to kin

All is just automatic

Pressed up against the wall

Flash of light precedes the din

Awakening reality

Now starts the tempest squall

The earth and sky begin to spin

So much to take at once

Hope still there to break the fall

*applauds* I really like the sentiment of this pieace ane the way it flows

Happy Happy day *huggles and snuggles*

*hugs*

hugs

*gives back your pillow so you can go back to bed* Thanks

Such words we need to expel

the angst we hold too close

the tolling of a distant bell

enough to shake thoughts loose

The freedom gain from writing down

the pain and joys we feel

though temperary,releaves the frown

and sets the mind on rest

Too soon again we are affected

by some stray word or thought

better to again find your pen

than drown in a bottle bought

And so we suffer through

The poets mortal plight

To alway have a paper and pen

To exersize what we must write

(off the cuff poem it's been a long time)

*hugs*