Shores of Fantasy
At the edge of
the ocean we stand poised
Ready to be taken to faerie
The land is perilous
for some
but it calls to us
as it called to Prentice
long ago
We all yearn for a
star on our brows
To walk in mist - enshrouded meadows
and to see flowers of unearthly beauty
growing
A riot of joyous color
The touch of a magical hand
will give us this chance
In Faerie eternal spring
and lights from the north
form the patterns we love
The King and Queen
of that land ate calling us
Let's leave these mortal shores
And hear the lovely
sounds
Of golden harps
and flutes
played by ethereal beings
The golden stories
flow here like a river
This magic
will change us
FOREVER
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2007
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