Licking honey with blue lips of barley.
Sleeping on bed covered,
with stain made of roses.
Kissing the lips of an infant fairy.
This will disturb the music of kings.
Dancing in steps made of music and mazes.
Magically twirling steps out of verses.
Crashing the violin old of music,
which will change verse of the music of kings.
Watching the sea SWALLOW WAVES OUT OF Shaken.
Painting the day without paint out of clothing.
Praising the birds running home with their wings,
which will invite O’ a day to an 'in'.
Behold fairies holding lamps out of limping.
Flying and failing of wings less of breezes.
Hopefully flying high, lamp made of wing,
this will deliver a fairy to sleep.
When the king drinks.
When the queen eats
When the maid keep serve.
While the music keep verse
of the tremor and strings.
and you know what it means
‘I will sing loud…..
Note on my faeries by Ebi Robert............
My fairies are green lights.
My fairies might be blue.
My fairies are cute.
Mild and few.
My fairies are like dreams
beyond this earth. fairies, fairies, fairies, faeries,
fairies are pure and young.
fairies are one. Drew to dreams