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