Dawn Zephyr

From the west, a light breeze blows.
Caressing my face gently as it goes.
A soft whisper; a faint chill through my veins,
Euphoria I have found outside the fanes.

Slowly, as the world was yet in slumber,
I climbed the icy mountain path that made me shudder.
At its tip, I awaited the coming of the day.
I let my mind wander to the land of the Fay.

A world where war does not exist,
Where men of old never clench their fist;
Where 'battle' and 'blood-spill' are words untold;
This is my world. To all, behold!

Oh, but 'tis in vain that I speak of this.
For this world is but part of my creative bliss.
I am left with not other choice than to go back
To the truth that has left my road with a crack.

The wind had stopped, but it was still dark.
There was not light, not a single spark.
Feeling bereft of hope, I stood up with a sigh.
I looked out at the endless sky.

Just as I was about to lead myself astray,
To a warm tang of crimson the sky changes from gray.
The gentle breeze that enticed my senses,
It made me remember that I was beyond the fences.

With no trepidations, as I stood without a stir,
I knew that I was experiencing the dawn zephyr.