![]() SiteMap |
Back to tLi |
| Back to Index of The Laran Writings | |
| Editor's note: I have chosen the font "Carolingia" to display Zemira's work in. To download this font for your use, click download Carolingia font |
WanderingSong sits down and plays Her sithar skillfully and weaves a melody of longing and loneliness about the camp. Her rich contralto begins to sing....
Far to the south of the City of Turia, in the Land of the Wagon People a black clad man travels the plains, heart-sore and foot-weary foot-sore and heart-weary Far to the south of the City of Turia, in the Land of the Wagon People he comes to the Camp of the Tuchuks he finds welcome for his prowess he finds surcease for his pain Far to the south of the City of Turia, in the Land of the Wagon People a kijira serves in the Camp of the Tuchuks redsilk of the camp and the trainer of others she longs to find the Master of her body she longs to find the Master of her heart Far to the south of the City of Turia, in the camp of the Tuchuks Gado, the man, sees rose, the redsilk kijira as she approached him to see to His needs her service eased the needs of His body her grace eased the soreness of His heart
WanderingSong's voice pauses as the music begins to change.. no longer calling up loneliness and despair.. the melody weaves a joyous one.. She sings again...
Far to the south of the City of Turia, in the camp of the Tuchuks on a beautiful sunny day Loch the Ubar called the lovely rose to Him He lifted the ko`lar of the camp from her she looked up at Him her heart at her now empty throat her eyes a mixture of fear and hope Far to the south of the City of Turia, in the camp of the Tuchuks on a beautiful sunny day Loch turned to Gado, now a member of his camp Eyes looking deep into those of His Brother, His smile wide on his face, He gave this kijira away He gave this kijira away Far to the south of the City of Turia, in the camp of the Tuchuks on a beautiful sunny day Gado looked down at rose before him her eyes tugged at His heartstrings her smile filled Him with joy around her neck He placed his ko`lar around her heart He placed His love Far to the south of the City of Turia, in the Land of the Wagon People in the camp of the Tuchuks on a beautiful sunny day Two hearts, no longer lonely Travel with the camp, away
WanderingSong's hand stills Her sithar and She bows to the two newly-joined, "May you always travel the Way of Love together as happy as Y/you are this day."
Zemirah formerly known as WanderingSong of The Tuchuk![]() SiteMap |
Back to tLi |
| Back to Index of The Laran Writings | |