A fairy flies
over the skies,
Over the seas’
whispering breeze,
Winged flight flowing,
up and then down,
Bubbling dreams drifting,
dancing around,
The softness of flight
lost in delight,
By softened cloud castles
and lemon scented night,
Create quiet whispers,
quieter than these
Orange blossomed blessings
kissing the trees,
So listen, my child, though
lateness and starlight
Illuminate the magic
of a star crossed night,
Lovers may wander while
night’s face pales on,
Yet the fairy always hovers
over the breath of a song.
The unicorn gallops
through forests,
Softly eluding
the dawn,
Faster and faster,
the fleetest of feet,
Passes the speed
of the song.
Enters into light years
of quickness,
Disappearing as magical
ones do,
Woven into the fabric
of the universe,
The unicorn takes wing
and is gone.
Now captured by tapestry’s
taper,
Man’s nimble fingers
weave on,
The unicorn caged only
in carpet,
Threaded with gold and a
song.
But if one looks closely in
darkness,
To the still point
before darkness ends,
Then perhaps we’ll catch
a glimpse of the unicorn,
galloping, galloping on.
Today
Is a day
When we
fly away
To the kingdom
Beyond the sea,
Where dragons
Run free
And fairies can see
Swimming Mermaids
In the face
Of the pond,
Where vision
Is clear
And the sights
Seem so real
For we’ve touched
The edge
Of the dawn.
Of flowers and feathers and
fairies that fly
On wing dusted grey and
shattered blue sky
Of eagles that soar on
ribbon colored rain
Of skies drizzling color
as the lone artist paints
A swirl of gold amidst the
dusty, dry trail
That ribbons and winds around
the fairy’s tale.
Never before was the sky so blue
You would need to say blue one million times
Expressing the colour through-and-through
In this endless, elvish springtime.
Never before were the trees so green
Standing tall against the sky
Their trunks shine a mahogany sheen
In the sunny world of Springtime
I never saw such fluffy clouds
Drifting lazy through the sky
I swear I could pull them if I try
Down from the heavens of Springtime.
In summer, the sky is far too bright;
In Autumn the trees seem dead;
In Winter the clouds bring thunderstorms
But in Spring such things are NEVER said!!
Down past my garden, underneath the trees,
There is a place of magic that no-one ever sees,
A little grassy clearing, plain at ones first sight;
But if you take the time to see, you shall find delight.
If you come to see this place, take heed: youv’e found the Dell,
The little patch of beauty where the world’s magics dwell.
The green, green grass spreads everywhere, dancing with the breeze,
Countless, tiny brooks run wild, laughing at their ease;
Flowers garnish everything, a flame of rainbow hues,
Circle brilliant, tiny pools, a shining range of blues.
One night the grass will kiss the sky when sun and moon are one,
And out will come the fairies, shaded from the sun;
The elves will come from underground to see the night move past,
The wood sprites will come one by one, awake, alive at last;
The pixies of the crystal wings will come out from the flowers,
And the Dell will come alive in the nights secret hours.
The fairies and the wood sprites, the elves and pixies too,
Will see the world at darkness where all the still things move,
Where moonlight deepens elfin souls and touches elfin hearts,
The fairies will know this moonstruck night has lived for them at last.
But by-and-by the lazy sun will waken from its sleep;
From across the world the sunlight rays shall peep;
The fairies flee back to the garden, and fade amongst the trees
The elves will dive back underground, digging up the weeds;
The sprites will fly back to the woods to be never seen again,
And the pixies climb back to the flowers, their one night at an end.
And dawn will break like any day, waking up the world,
The sky will flush a dusky pink and a creamy white of pearl,
And the Dell will be as normal, dancing with the breeze,
That secret place of magic underneath the trees,
But never again shall the fairies come when the moonlight falls,
Because its only once in a lifetime that fairy magic calls.
Deep in a magical land
There’s fairies waiting for mortal queens
They flutter up high
Upon the blue sky
And twinkle dust and kiss your cheek
I have a few friends in a land
They live within the trees
They fly up and down higher than the bees
I love them, so I start
To keep them warm within my heart
Deep down in the everglades
In a place humans mustn’t see
Hundreds of Goblins were assembling
To debate how to save the keys
They were even expecting Dobby
The elf of Harry Potter fame
And the fabled Rumpelstitskin
Who tried to hide his name
Global Warming was the topic
That the Fairy Conference would debate
The agenda was . . How to save the world
Before it is too late . .
Should they allow magic energy
To replace coal fired generators
A skeptical proposition . . but safer than
The Atomic Power instigators
We could have magic windmills . .
Said a Banshee from Belfast
But if we are not allowed to show ourselves
Then the magic power wouldn’t last
Then a garden gnome from Ecuador
Said lets turn people into stone . .
Then they couldn’t keep interfering
And habitats . . wouldn’t be danger prone
Now lets be realistic
Said a Troll from the far North Pole . .
Invisible sustainability
That has to be our goal
Then a Water Fairy from Landbeach
Suddenly jumped to her feet
Dear Friends, I know the answer
I think I have the problem beat
We’ll put a cloud of metal foil
Between the Earth and the Sun
Which can be automatically adjusted
Then the battle would be won
It can be a canopy of alloy dust
To be vacuumed up when not needed
All the Goblins began to nod their heads
And when they voted it succeeded
Magical whimsical amethyst eyes
Bubbles in esurience trips in emeralds seas
Lasting moonset each dwelling nears
Hubbell sanctuary flight warbling in freckling mist
Mecca fisherman can feel visions list
Silhouetted fairyism exists
Gnomes sing in forest winds
Glistening in each periwinkle sun
Magical lights seeking each door
Find each fairyism loving armoire
Pearls enchanted string across the woven skies
Gliding through Austrian in roses in bloom
Secrets carried in each sprites place
Wonders in each star about astral time and space
As the wind whispered around her and the ivy grew tall,
She sat solemnly, afraid of nothing, seeing, watching. The forest,
It swirls around her and deepens in her heart never ending.
The world looks different from her eyes, seen from each creature alike,
Brave and strong she was and is, yet fragile, her magick ruling the worlds around her.
Hair, a shade of brown, fell upon her shoulders daringly, her gold eyes laughed,
Like the sun itself does when the rain tries to win.
She is beautiful and ugly, fat and thin,
Happy yet sorrow, apathic yet emotional, for she is like a mother.
From her touch could the desert skies fall water, from her breath life could be formed,
But beside her is darkness, a growing feeling that blackens her soul. Forever,
She will never fall, for she consumes it like it were never there,
And although she can create, she can destroy with a moment of hate, Never
Able to get away, and yet she finds shelter in imagination.
Everything and nothing she is, watching over us and them,
Her hands moving, her thoughts erratic yet knowing all.
Clumsy as she was she won all hearts, pure yet there was that shadow,
It watched hungrily as she hid it beneath the depths of her mask, she rules all.
Without her, no passion is ever born, magick can never exist,
Nothing will ever leave her sights, she is Akasha, the spirit, the sun and the moon,
Without magick we cannot imagine or create our lives woven around it,
And without her passion, we are truely dead.
My honeycomb is blissful in fairy eve
Come away with me mere mortal please
Ye sitting ‘neath elevens sprites sleeve
Wintry glass of blueberry teas, soon the fair will be open to thee
Shelter me in twinkle leafs, sleep
Only if you believe ye shall leave~~~~~~
Butters hums glitter in periwinkle grove
Soft little winks will share in trees I know
Buttercups , starry eyes mushrooms ladies tip the show
I feel each mortal will grows
Only if you believe ye shall leave~~~~~~
Atlas here’s the fairy Catalina shimmer gown to see
Wearing her jasmine crown. holding her seal in line with sisters to
Lilacs in bloom all the sides of the bubbles sewn there
Each will come to the fantail fairyism fair
Deborah Shepard USA
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