I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head.
There I saw the day fade dead. Still a fire was in my head.
So I went to the well to quench my thirst. At the well I saw a start falling.
Burning bright as the fire in my head.
The star seemed to come down by the old orchard. I thought, a real fire will put out the one in my head. As I came to the orchard I found no fire, no smoke.
The night was silent, still.
Then the clouds broke and the full moon light fell on the most beautiful girl.
Pale as the moon, hair of sunlight, curious eyes, radiant smile.
I thought she might disappear if I breathed.
As her eyes met mine, the fire in my head settled in my heart as love.
©RedCat
Written for Prosery: The Song of Wandering Aengus over at dVerse.
wnderful piece breathe in the love .
Beautiful imagining of the birth of love and the imagery is magical.
Star light, star bright, may I have the wish I wish tonight …. apparently!!
You took the romantic route, Helene, and your character not only watched the day fade but also saw a falling star and found love! A satisfying magical tale.
This is quite lovely.
An enchanting story with a wonderful ending!
Thank you. It was one of those stories where I had no idea of the ending until it happened. :-)
Your Prosery is a lovely fantasy fairy tale ….. cheers.
Thank you so much!
That’s a satisfying ending. (K)
This is like a fairytale… wonderful with a happy ending.
This is gorgeous, gorgeous writing! I so love; “At the well I saw a star falling. Burning bright as the fire in my head.”💝💝
Love born of a falling star! What a beautiful fairy tale!