A dry and dusty winter,
the wind blows long and slow,
through lips of desert splendor,
Zephyr’s breath bestows,
falling frost like manna,
tongues of steel surmise,
taste is not so tender
when love’s been denied.
Cherry meadows with pink orchids
Silence where bright seraphim shines
Each gifted orb, gathered in the heavens jubilance
Closed testaments with gold bindings lay open
Magnificent the wild lilies grew dim’fairys lithe
Her spirit harmonized with hidden cortexes
Garden of delightful hymns played in each choir
With spiritual bowers innocence and praise
Bring the gift with winged creatures
Uplifted fayes trumpet
Create the sonnets of poets not far
Feel thee the breathe is clear
Open the raptures of each spoken book
Whispers are heard, angel child..speaks
Will you gather flowers on Astons Isle of Love?
Hellenic heights shows the forever star,’tis magical above
Icelandic waters azure with captive auras
Relevant guardians watch over my soul
Will seek thy heart of true solace?
My heart calls he
I shall hear his tender words, vibrations
Jasmine fayes twilight, shall be eminent with his presence
Will I know his celeste whispered spoken words?
I shall feel each kindred touch
Embraced caressed light
Armored high,my proclaimed one,Prince
Yesterdays dreams carried my gentle spirit, ebbing near
Window edged with lace, each miracle love
At last dawns speak, my fayes journeys the shadows
Sing loves jubilance, flowering plumes
I caught glimpse of my lover last night,
playing to em from the magical black moon,
He came to me in my dreams
I felt his tender kiss upon my neck,
and never will forget that magical night in his arms.
High above all sanity and storms of affirmed love
I called to him, he came
He who carried my soul ..our music repertoire begins
Faye love, you came in to me haunting dreams last night
My softest green eyes to tease my soul
You take me dancing one candle my the other
We lay near breaths of Celtic moon, haunting
soft essence vanilla heather near by
The salty air instep hidden gems
The blackened magical night, borrowed heighten love
Soft embrace as you held me close lithe folds your masculine arms
I felt us in another land
You tenderly gazed in my eyes, I felt no lies
Lied in the heavens rolled through each sunset you carried me whilst dancing hand Cheek to the tango of lovers musical concertos
Alone as the edge of the moon lifted we moved slowly to it
It bowed and scooped, us in hits swirling crystal lights
Forever I could feel his heart trio to mine
All is quite, the night is aglow
Illuminate was ours
Timeless aglow’s
soft sprinkling across the sands of time we drifted in each others arms
Lanterns of the skies were the pathway as other dancers joined us
Light shining as we did one each petal of the flowering fairys plumes
The moons seemed to envelope with desires
All precious I could feel his tender kiss, and smiles
Gleaming the moon parted and set each lover in canopy across the silvery stars, where we lay to bask in each others arms, loving reaching, clasp in time to find true love
Say me, wight in the brom;
Teche me how I shul don,
That min hosbonde
Me lovien wolde.
Hold thine tunge stille
And have all thine wille.
(Old Verse)
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Ancient wight within the broom,
Thing of meadow-straw and wood;
In darkest corner of the room;
Art thou an evil thing or good?
Tell me true, for I would know,
Tell me, please, thou ancient wight,
Art thou really friend or foe?
Art thou a creature of the night?
The wives in secret come to thee,
In secret from the village priest,
Believing thou hast wisdom s key,
Answers they believe thou see st.
Art thou trapped within the straw,
Or art thou free to come without?
Are thou restricted by some law
Modern man knows naught about?
The cat, who surely knows her spirits,
Will sometimes hiss and arch her back;
Do you breathe and she can hear it,
Passing thy kitchen for her nap?
Uttered a deep and hollow voice,
Ignorant, disrespectful mortal,
Come never again into this room –
Begone!  I vow, I had no choice;
Nevermore crossing kitchen portal,
Nevermore questioning a broom!
I heard the shadows whisper, Mum,
I think I heard them call.
T’was just the night wind in the trees
And nothing more, that’s all;
Go back to bed; I ll tuck you in,
You needn’t have a care.
You’re my brave Billy-boy, aren’t you?
See? Here’s your Teddy Bear.
I heard the shadows whispering,
I heard them call my name!
Back so soon? I tucked you in
And now you’re back again.
Please go to bed at once, young man!
Ah, you are such a bother;
Afraid of every thing that moves,
Just like your sorry father!
I heard the shadows whisper more,
They’ve come to take me ‘way
To Fairyland, they said quite clear!
That’ s quite enough, I say,
I ll show you who’s to fear, you mouse!
Take that and that and that!
Ow, mother, please, I’ll go to bed!
Then go, you little brat!
The mother called the Constables,
When her child she couldn’t find;
We ll find ‘im, Madam, to be sure,
We knows that runaway kind.
But twenty years have quickly passed
Since Billy went away
And not a soul on earth has seen
Him to this very day.
The village youths lightheartedly
Dance to the tabor and the flute,
Dance to the piper and the lute,
To celebrate Midsummer s Day.
Every lad with shining eyes
Looks upon each comely girl,
Looks at her with skirts a-whirl,
And he with longing, softly sighs.
But suddenly in their midst appears
A strange young maid with long, dark hair,
A strange young maid with features fair,
Far fairer than their village dears.
And all the young men gather round,
Hoping each to have a dance;
Hoping each to find romance,
To the music s sensuous sound.
The stranger takes in turn each lad,
Past the villagers she whirls;
Past the glowering of the girls,
Each lad, with love for her is mad.
And when the music begins to slow,
She chooses John from all the rest;
She chooses John who she likes best;
Holding hands, they lightly go
Away from the music and the play,
Through the fields and wooded bowers;
Through the meadows bright with flowers,
Leads she John Midsummer s Day.
And it s been many a year since then,
Since the Moor-Maid danced with John;
Since they danced and then were gone,
And John returned never again.
Out on the moors there is a spring;
If you look inside, they say,
If you look Midsummer s Day,
You ll see a young lad struggling;
Down, down, deep down inside,
Struggling, with silent scream;
Struggling as in a dream;
Forever there he must abide.
I walked a country road one day
To go to Galway Fair;
I thought of lights and dancing
And girls with flowing hair,
And food and drink and laughter
That soon would greet me there.
The road passed down through rolling hills
And through a wooded glen;
I stopped to slake my thirst and pause
A moment there, and then
I smelled cool, running water near,
And turned my head again.
Beside an ancient oak there stood
A woman fair to see,
In flowing gown of shining white
And eyes green as the sea;
At her feet, a cirque of stones,
And then she beckoned me
Within the cirque, a sacred spring;
Oh how the water swirled,
And glinted in the midday sun
As round her feet it curled.
Her form was mirrored on its face;
Seemed of another world.
She beckoned me to come to her;
I could not otherwise;
My will was wholly taken
By the shining of her eyes.
I step t into the ancient spring,
Which mirrored earthly skies.
I following her into the depths,
And took her proffered hand
In fear, I closed my eyes as we
Descended further, and
When at last I opened them,
I looked on Faeryland.
I stood in silent wonderment;
No fairer land I d seen
In all my earthly travels, no
Sky so blue, hill so green,
With shady glen and leafy bower
And a clear, cool stream.
And all about, the whispered folk
Of every childhood tale:
The trooping faeries, gayly dress d,
Press t in to bid me hail;
Their welcoming cries echoed back
From every wooded vale.
And here and there among them,
The lost children smiled;
I recognised Beth O Ryan there,
My neighbor s long-lost child;
Ten year s gone, yet here she was,
Still young; I was beguiled.
How can it be? I asked my guide,
Near twenty should be Beth,
And Seamus there, a man should be,
I asked with fearful breath.
The Woman of the Well just smiled,
Aye, here there is no death.
The children that we take to live
Here with us in this place,
Some in exchange for changelings
To enrich the mortal race,
None grow old; no graying hair
Nor wrinkle on a face.
But, Lady, I have followed you
To this land unwillingly;
As lovely as it seems for those
Who dwell here happily,
I would return to earthly life,
Joys, sorrows and mortality.
I’ve offered thee a precious gift
Few mortals dare refuse;
This land of constant happiness.
If mortality thou choose,
This gift of life eternal here,
Thou shalt surely lose.
I must have swooned, or else
Her faerie-magick spell
Brought me to deep darkness
And naught; I thought I fell
But woke at last to dawn s first light
Beside the ancient well.
And time has passed and years
gone by, I married long ago;
A fair, fine woman was Kathleen,
And sure, I loved her so.
She bore me four fine children
Before she had to go.
The children now are grown, alas,
For all live far away.
They write as often as they can
At Christmas and birth-day.
I know they d visit now and then,
Had they a bit more pay.
Now age has come upon me;
I’m bent and all can tell
I walk with gait unsteady;
Last week it was, I fell
While searching, ever searching
For the Woman of the Well.
Many a country road I’ve walked
Through wooded hill and glen,
And many an ancient oak I’ve seen
As I travel in my pain.
The Galway wind e’er whispers
All in vain, t is all in vain.
The bulb buried
so deep in the earth,
pushes forth with a vengeance
when spring’s voice is heard,
the chant of the crocus,
the chorus of the breeze,
is heard in the voiceless
depths of the seas.
Fairy mist and fairy dew sprinkles over me and you.
Then, rain and wind cast a spell, over the earth buckets fell!
But out flies the sun and out children come, to play amongst the flowers.
And the sunflower towers over dreamland, over me and you
To catch a fairy you must closely listen,
for you cannot see them unless their little wings glisten.
They hide in bushes and dance under the moon
and if your lucky they might grant you a boon.
When the air is thick and the night is eerie,
they prance around and are often cheery.
So whether or not you actually achieve,
to catch a fairy you have to believe.
Stumble it!
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