Fairyland
Would you like to go to a land
where stories never end?
It rests on golden banks of sand,
just where the river bends.
The sky turns pale with whispered grace
as you pass the veil's embrace--
what a magical, wondrous sight
to see the fairies take to flight.
Elves dance lightly, two by two,
in morning mist and meadow dew.
Sweet music flows from a leprechaun’s lyre
as laughter trills like silver fire.
Skipping past a babbling brook,
through trees that sing if you just look,
the dragons lift a curious eye
as mermaids charm the Unseelie high.
And in the fields where daisies bloom,
the gnomes collect rose-petal plumes.
But be prepared to pay the toll
if you cross the Bridge of Trolls.
Now twilight wraps the drowsy land--
it's time to greet the Sandman's hand.
I hope your heart was light today...
don’t forget to come back this way.
Alesia Leach © 10/2014
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