Sung from the Soul

A Fallen star returned to the Sky.

One day we look across the land we live,
Find the glow of one that endlessly gives,
A woman of pride, skill so strong and fair,
The moons dare tell why they offered her here,
Knowing one day when her gifts have been spun,
The borrowed moment will be done,

A Fallen Star returned to the Sky.

Beauty of bold endless as a golden ring,
Hands of skills there were never ending,
Dark dew locks oiled in beaded braids,
Warriors dream mate in leather parade,
A smile and wit that sung in knowledgeable display,
Dreams of her shadows dance now on the path,

A Fallen Star returned to the Sky.

This gift has touched the souls of those who gazed,
Her voice now a whisper of breezes convey,
The form of the clouds her gift to us still here,
Reminder of the beauty we will always endear,
I thank the moons for memories locked in souls,
For its star that walked our home....but now...

A Fallen Star returned to the Sky.

Yet...her spirit and memory will never die.