416. Freyja's Sorrowful Search
Pulled by strong felines Freyja's cart rises to new heights,
High winds through it's wheel spokes whistle bitter notes,
Cold air from the slipstream at her cheeks numbs and bites,
From cloud to cloud, with great ease, her golden cart floats.
Freyja' s eagle eyes can spot a creature as small as a hare,
Her sharp ears can detect a mumbled voice, or a feint rustle,
There is nothing below for which Freyja is not keenly aware,
From high above she takes it all in without moving a muscle.
She journeys the nine worlds for the man who holds her love,
Making sure to fly over each town and village along the way,
Looks long and hard in every hiding place from high up above,
Always searching for the man who seems not to want to stay.
Some say it is the bitter cold that brings water to her eyes,
Anyone with a heart, however, can see this is not the case,
A human could amass a small fortune from all that she cries,
Red - golden tears should never stain such a beautiful face.
Day in, and day out, Freyja continues her sorrowful search,
Her most arduous ordeal is one that seems to have no end,
Like a sailor she searches the horizon from her high perch,
Trying to find her true love so her broken heart can mend.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2017.