Where doth the winds come?
With inspired dreams of mid ‘summers love
Alone with goddess heart, his rose he gives
Whist hence my prince of tides?soon to mine
My hour fairy’s light shone, his gentle plight
In the night comes his sweet voice to mine
Child silent eyes aglow, my butterfly soul
Thy wings sigh, I am wee child
Tiny lullabies, sway ye mortal child, magical novice
Tis morn has come, to no more weep
Winter flutters about Irish moors
Flowing in and out carrying orbs
Intent to be in oblivion and more
Visions opened the unlocked doors

Cast a shadow on winters quilt to
They will keep you warm my thoughts
Barefoot with dreams from gardens only love
I shall wait for him in compassion dove

Flowery petals dust with silvers and gold’s
Sands with sparkles seeing us old
Prince we are one, now is Faye legend of love
My souls entwined with my sparkling gem
Fairy magic will be back again till morn sleep, my child of woe

Deborah Shepard©2008 Yelm USA

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