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Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see 
dressed in a fantastical dress with  two dappled wings of lace,     
she shone like the midnight sun; 
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical  
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore !

stars glistened in the night as my heart beats rhymed
poetry bursting inside, revealing my yearning
as this beautiful silhouette of hope, danced;
reflecting all the joy, the wonder of a heart who could see
beyond the music, beyond the night’s grief –
into the enchanted that was meant for you and me.

Once, my dreams were filled with mystical feelings, passions 
blessing away the nostalgic moments, freeing my fantasies
all the melodies of my soul, playing softly;
in the quiet, silence filling the moments with prayer
an atmosphere so rare – like colorful hues, glistening on the sky
melancholy breathing a kaleidoscope of feelings, blessings
revealing the night’s beating, rhythmic and burning
an ache of the spirit’s yearning, quietly flowing

arising on the hills, stories built by tones of grace
vibrant flavors of yesterday, where peace built her home
in the forbidding gorge of an endless realm
where the fairy lifted her wings to silence the chill,
resting her joy over the darkness of a cold, calm winter 
world, where fires couldn’t bring the gentle kindness of hope,
warmed by the distant still, the flaming feelings

floating on air, like yesterday’s music, a song
restoring the hesitant glow of laughter,
the peace that comes from the night’s endless war
with a silent ache, the heart who just knows
even the fairy, in all of her fanciful elegance,
regrets the night who dims with fright…

even though faith can see past the hills, to the silence
poured out on the indigo sky
writing stories of grace, whimsies who can’t wait
abiding inside the souls who remember
what it was like before the cold December,
what is was like when, as a child, the feelings
bled light – such soft and gentle light,
caressing the spirits of those who see beyond the reality,
to the presence of another time, another dimension
where reality fades into streams of fiction!

Where the fairy just sits and listens…
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