I see you there
Why can’t you see me ?
I’m standing right here
Amongst the mist and the trees
I speak out to you
with my voice that’s so fair
but you keep on walking
like your deaf, or don’t care
You’ve noticed the flowers
and the beauty of the sky
so why won’t you notice
this little being that flies?
Because I am so small
and unseen by man
doesn’t mean I’m not here
dwelling on this land.
I see you there
Why can’t you see me ?
Maybe one day
when you learn to BELIEVE!
There is a small elf who lives in my room
He thinks I have never seen him before
He’s small and wears red
He sneaks out when I go to bed
But when he sleeps boy he does snore
One day I heard him whisper
In a chipmunk kind of way
“Is my house nearly built?
Because I feel a little guilt,
Sleeping in this girl’s room every day!”
Then he must have a house in a forest
That is only being made
To stay in my room is not wrong
Sure he will not be here long
For he will leave to his forest home in the shade!
Strolling down the dreamscape beaches
Scalloped edges of soft shells seen dancing amidst waves
Endless waterfalls in whispers prelim beauty
One can only touch fairy’s secret
Seamless paths enlighten with angels song
With gentle auras soft sprinkle sensual journey
Lapis beaches in timeless kiss envelope my soul
lullabies shared in concertos guitars
All espied years shall bend in folded wisp
Lasting as each soul connects , the meeting kiss
His lips tender sweet apricots nectar
Life’s boundless joins each , wavers silhouetted spirits bond
Alluring tender eyes gaze at one another
Sighted single in fairy light
Lost forgotten , only if you believe
Porcelain love reclaimed, he will see
Awaken to each luminous rain washed dance
She wears a set of gossamers wings
Shining coral in garnet crowns, she sings
Beautiful sounds surround
Loving arms await her mortal king
Pearls line tranquil seas sleep
Wishing for each love to someday keep
Thus following each mermaid creed
Soft stars sheltered her heart so long
Each time she rose two the island so sweet
She wears anointed bisque fins
Her eyes fill to tears with no feet
Lasting kiss they shared, hovering she will remember
Yesterdays memories will always be there, coming each September
In a castle somewhere in the-paths of lights
He will come one day to make her heart fill bright
There was a fairy on my nose,
I saw it, I`m sure with tiny toes.
It smiled at me with an impish grin,
Then plucked my hair and began to spin.
It spun a tiny spiders web,
For a mummy spider with a broken leg.
And then the cheeky little thing,
Flew really fast and stole my ring.
She put it in a magpies nest,
Then quite exhausted sat down to rest.
When it had caught its fairy breath,
She flew in my ear, scared me to death.
It buzzed around in there for a while,
Then pulled out a drum with a sneaky smile.
It took six lashes from my eyes,
And made a fiddle with knots and ties.
She gave these things,
The drum and strings,
To a group of nearby bugs.
They danced and they played,
For the rest of the day.
Then they all gave each other big hugs.
Lilacs bells shimmer in spring lights
Chalice softly arrows through
Blessings be in fairy’s glen
Feathered crowns azure plight
Sparkling roses strewn in hearts grove
Twilight fairies dance in glistering moonlight
Lilies blended on feathered plight
Wonders in each sunset radiant beam, tis twilight
Celtic gate opened wide
Shining light trickles inside
Vintage windows beauty shines in
soft greeting from all fairyism kin
Tucked away in a quiet corner
of an ancient, bustling town,
in a dusty little book shop
lived a man named Maxwell Brown.
He looked like an old man;
his beard was long and grey,
but his eyes sparkled brightly,
and he was sprightly for his age.
In the dim rooms of his shop,
the shelves were high and full;
time-worn scrolls and manuscripts
lined the surface of each wall;
all inscribed with magic spells
written down in days of old;
and Maxwell had read all of them,
but none had he ever sold.
All day long and everyday,
he sat alone in his shop,
waiting for customers to call;
but none ever seemed to stop.
At night he sat by candlelight,
or by the light of the moon,
sifting through his magic books
and writing down strange runes.
It seemed he never ate or slept
or went our for a walk,
and because of this strange behaviour
people began to talk.
Now, of course, people gossip,
but they can be very cruel.
Some said that he was mad,
or called him an ‘old fool.'
Some said, ‘leave him be,
his old head's made out of wood.'
But all seemed to agree
he must come to nothing good.
And others spoke of wizardry,
which was as close as they would get;
for although he studied magic
he hadn't used it yet.
On one particular day –
a long hot one in June –
a man entered Maxwell's book shop
in a fluster, sure to swoon.
His name was Mr Painter;
he wore big boots of leather,
a very bright green coat,
with a matching hat and feather;
had a pointed, little beard
on the end of his chin;
and was in such a terrible flap,
to speak, he couldn't begin.
‘Whatever's the matter?' asked Maxwell
jumping to his feet.
‘I'll fetch you a glass of water.
Rest a moment in my seat.'
‘Thank you,' puffed Mr Painter,
as he pulled himself together.
‘I must have overdone it!
Foolish in this weather.'
‘Yes,' agreed Maxwell,
‘you must be careful in this heat.
Now, sip on this cold drink
and rest your weary feet.'
Mr Painter sat still for a while
and tried to regain his cool,
but suddenly burst into tears
and cried aloud, ‘I'm such a fool!'
‘Oh dear, oh dear!' said Maxwell.
‘I'm sure that can't be true.
Now, tell me what the matter is.
Maybe I can help you…'
‘Thank you,' said Mr Painter,
still sitting in Maxwell's chair,
now seemingly quite composed
and displaying a confident air.
‘Thank you,' he said again.
‘You are a first-rate man.
But do you really mean it?
Will you help me if you can?'
‘Well, yes,' said Maxwell, modestly,
‘I'll help if you want me to.
But I'm just a humble bookseller,
I don't know what I could do.'
‘Oh, plenty,' said Mr Painter.
‘In fact, you're just the person.
You'll soon put things right again;
of that much I am certain!'
This way, this way, come and hear!
You that hold our music dear;
Fill your ears with elfen sounds
Whilst we dance on verdant grounds.
This way, haste! Come all you fair!
Let your clear eyes gild the air
Come, we’ll bless you with sweet sights;
This way, this way, seek delight!
Their voices sing when you are near,
whispering things you’ll never hear,
and leave a kiss upon your ear
marking you to show their fear
Their wings they shine in the light,
dancing colors strong and bright,
unseen to our so lowly human eyes,
but oh so beautiful in the night
they sing you to sleep, lull you closer
just enough to steal your breath,
to hear you words no longer spoken
they eat your eyes, till nothings left,
take your soul and keep it dear
mix with leaves,till potions clear,
they leave your bones,
just a sign
telling those you payed the price
your heart is there so that they know
pixies dont play with empty souls
There is a little fairy
and her little name is Berry
she loves to watch the world grow
loves the sun, rain, and even snow
she helps them live
her magic she’ll give
even when in bad health
she’ll give her meadow lots of wealth
her meadow’s name is mystery
she keeps it from history
she sleeps only when she can no longer stay awake
she tries her best to make no mistake
she gives life to trees, grass, flowers, and everything
and anywhere she can get on foot or wing.
all day and night she keeps her meadow
and even helps her river flow
she goes far and wide
and to her sister Tide
trades with others
and from their mothers
helps them too
and makes things all new!
all year she’ll shed no tear
she can not cry
not even try
because if she’s happy then the meadow is happy
and anyone that comes near can make no tear.
nature feels what we feel
so be happy or they will peel
Berry keeps her little meadow
and once a year she has a show
only the worthy can see this place
so believe and be happy
then she’ll show her face.
Stumble it!
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