For the Fae
WINGS LIKE GOSSAMER SHIMMER IN MOONS PALE LIGHT
VOICES LIKE TINY BELLS, MOTHS TAKING FLIGHT
TOADSTOOLS POP UP UNBIDDEN FROM EARTH
THIS IS THE TIME OF THE FAES REBIRTH
AT NIGHT THEY APPEAR DURING DAY THEY'RE NOT SEEN
WHEN THE MOON IS HER HIGHEST AND THE AIR IS SERENE
FOR THE QUIET TIME IS THEIRS AND THEIRS ALL ALONE
WHEN MEN LIE IN THEIR BEDS THE FAE THEY LIVE ON
SOME ARE DANCING SOME PRANCING THEY DO LOVE THEIR FUN
BUT NEVER DO THEY SEE THE LIGHT OF THE SUN
FOR THEN THERE IS DANGER FROM A LL AROUND
AND THAT'S WHY THE FAE THEY LIVE UNDER THE GROUND
IN TREES AND IN WOODLANDS IS WHERE THEY MAKE THEIR HOME
FAERY CIRCLES OF TOADSTOOLS BY THE MORN THEY ARE GONE
BUT IF YOU STAND QUIET IN DAWNS EARLY NIGHT
AND LISTEN VERY CAREFULLY THE FAE WHISPER
GOODNIGHT
Copyright © Lunar Waite | Year Posted 2012
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