in the glade of the faeries

 

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in the glad of the faeries

the sylph  like survivors

hidden from light forces

out of beyond

the mythical kingdom

where wizards are prevalent

magic is spreading

from her crystal wand

 

its all about whimsical eyes

in the evening

its all about laughter

that rises and falls

the shadows pervading

the dreams of so many

behold the wild winds

and the old owl that calls

 

in the depths of the wood

there is always a cottage

and there in the darkness

a women whose hair

is sable and long and who glides

on her besom

with 2 feral cats

who tend to be there

 

in her garden of green

where the dragon lies sleeping

where the Hare and the honey suckls

tend to embrace

there where the goddess

is sometimes just waiting

and there in the moonlight

the totem I base

 

all of my wisdom

upon those rich heather’s

that  sit in the ring

and who play to the crowd

the faeries that dance

in the magical kingdom

such wisdom and loving

are under that shroud

 

 

I’m seen by the children

they play always playing

pee po and hide and seek

that’s what they do

yes I love the  faeries and I love

one women

for me she’s everything

that dears is true

 

I sit by her fireside

hopeful the embers

warm me and show me

that she loves me too

the chestnuts are roasting

the moonbeams are coasting

and all I remember

is my love is true

 

it matters not really

how she is feeling

about me

it matters not

for as I say

my love is constant

my love is always flowing

The faeries are with us

and they like to play

 

so out in her garden

we play and we watch them

they play their games

and we sit and sigh

in the glade of the faeries

each mystical moment

creates  in me the purest

moment to die

 

and I hope and I pray

she is sitting beside me

when i close my eyes

and forever they be

closed to the light

I knew was her  being

for then only then

her heart will I see

 

and there in that moment

our hands clasped together

a little warmth

as I rapidly

sink into the darkness

one tear will I offer

an infinite message

my love is forever

 

so mote it be

 

 

 

 

 

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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