Ripples over mirrored face
Leaning through, half mist half light
Fey don't know the mortal's plight
From pain, comes miracles swiftly arise
Lone behold the wrenched lighthouse call
Deep beneath the clouded skies
Far beyond mortality’s reach
T’was born in mortal lands
through to immortal hands
Lyra Pearce
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ripples-at-water-s-edge/
