Away With the Fairies
A voice calls to me in dreams
if only I could open this mind
to all of the fairy tale legends
enchanting every meaning
softly memories flow
remembering back dreaming
as a young lad.
How magic the old Celtic tales were
wishing I was in the thick of it
even thinking back they would all make
magical movies
they would bring magic to children's eyes
even adults would enjoy.
Taking everyone into a different realm
where butterflies are fairy princesses chariots
with their beautiful colors
waltzing in a cool summer breeze.
Sailing into the glen among'st heather
softly blossoming all shades
flowering to the softest pink
also lilac to purple
gently whispering winds carrying her moaning
sad romantic tales whistling through the trees
Over the ages white dots on a soul
breathless rings around loves beauty
peace under the hawthorn bush
dreaming within petals of you my love
the fairy princess becomes queen.
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