Hair spun from a magic loom

Golden, like the sun, in June

Shimmers silver, ‘neath the moon

Oh, to hear her weave a tune

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Eyes like pools of azure sky

Lips, pursed in a lullaby

Silken wings, to help her fly

Demeanor, delicate and shy

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Gown of mist, there is no thread

Girdled ‘round her waist and head

Roses, of the deepest red

Rubies from a flower bed

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Tiny pearls swirl ‘round her toes

Around her wrists, do you suppose

Oysters, from their beds, arose

To die for her, a sweet repose

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She walks the length of lonely beach

As though her wings cannot beseech

To make her fly, the sky, to reach

It feels as if her heart’s been leeched

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Oh, who has harmed you, Fairy, fair

With golden sunlight in your hair

What must I do to show I care

If I had wings, I’d fly us there

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There, where ocean meets the sky

Where you could sing your lullaby

Then, perhaps, in by-and-by

You might trust to tell me why

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Why your wings droop at your side

Why, through mid-air, you don’t glide

Why your eyes, from mine, you hide

What sadness in you does abide

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Lovely fairy, near the sea

Of mortals all, you can trust me

I don’t judge or laugh, with glee

When others share their pain with me

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” Trust ” . 2010 . t.r. cardinet ©

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