A fairy in the valley
A blossom in the air
Floats on the mist of morning
As a note floats on a song
Chasing whispers in the woodlands
Quiet moments near still pools
Wild whirlpools folding inward
Upon eddying dreams of gold
So the firefly speaks of magic
Voices soften, distilled to stone,
Darkness quivers, arrows soften
Dripping lotus blossom blooms
Upon emerald leaf, so tender,
While eternal water looms
To capture beading tempest
In her gently lapping womb,
Still fairies silence thunder
Lowly stillness as a dove
Soars upon the one forgotten
The fairy flies alone.

S.K.Lindeman©2010 NY USA

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