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About the Author
Thyme Tempestarie has been writing poetry off and on, as well as a few short story ideas, for most of her life. She began seriously writing, mainly poetry, about 4 years ago. She has also been a follower of the “faery faeth” and shamanism for the last six years. For her, inspiration is usually found in nature, in faery tales, and the works of Charles de Lint, Brian Froud and Anne Rice. Tea, mainly earl grey, is a major fuel resource and magikal sustenance for her.
Thyme also keeps several journals of musings, dreams, and even a few drawings, and is currently putting a search for a publisher on hold to pursue a license in massage therapy and yoga instruction, but the Muse is a constant companion, and she hopes to have more poetry published online soon.
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Lamia Flees
Thyme Tempestarie
Lamia flees from waking eyes–
Dreamspun philters of silver sighs,
Safe beneath the fair moonlight
Bestowing treasures of wishes-might.
Remembering when stars would cry,
Echoing the rains where clouds still fly...
Upon the oceans, skies will bleed,
And answer to the yearning need
Trapped inside a desert heart
Where winds will blow prayers apart.
Dancing on the very edge of dawn;
These borders that are never gone–
Falling fast into feathered arms,
Waiting for the embracing charms.
Sweet beauty lies in what is true,
Deep inside the heart of you...
From waking eyes comes a spiritsong,
The dream is alive, and ever strong.
It waits for you...
It calls to you;
An endless beginning of shining hue
Revealing layers of darkness-new.
Lamia flees from reality–
To where the shadows can set us free.
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