[skeith8]

I Have a Voice:

Fleeting blue over patches of dirty green
Hair caught by yonder sun, another dawn, another dusk
A whirlwind nightfall
Screams that echoe blindly, she turns her head, hidden orbs
Piercing the unfathomable gray
Strains of war, sounds of battle, not understanding
Dreams evanesce into crimson streams
But there is one

Fleeting blue over sands of raging fire
Not a sound from the wandering one
Reticent life, silent wonder, pure aid
She speaks with her hands, "I have a voice
But spoken my mouth, it is not enough
Gifts of wonder instead."

Firefly lights into the blue, a striking picture
A benevolent pose
A life is saved and it is that which speaks, life
And not faulty lips
It is her purpose
It is my purpose
This silent song of healing

Fleeting blue over clouds of whitened harmony
Hands too tired, spirit still rejoicing
One day they will see
One day they will hear the melody
In the voice, disappeared

~ Uyare, The Reticent Healer

*Just my feelings as a secretive healer...One who heals the warrior and runs away, just to find another and repeat. It is my purpose. It is my ONLY purpose, to help others in time of need.