Wanderlust and Faerie' Duste'

Once upon a time in the magikal' land of faeries'... Buried deep in the forests of Ireland There’s a mysterious magik' called faerie' duste' Hidden in the greenery oh so grande' It flows thru' gentle winds amongst billowing gusts Faeries' spread their magik' while children slumber Flying thru' the nite' with light from a gilded moon Soaring quietly thru' air in tiny numbers Like glittering fireflies in the month of June Carefully hidden along hallowed grounde' Watch very carefully you might catch a glimpse Of tiny faerie villages buried in magik' groundes' Nymphs with Gossamer wings and small footprints Magik' faerie' duste' makes a musical tinkling sound They tip-toe silently thru the wooded greene' Taking a pinch of faerie' dust and sprinkling it around If you listen carefully you can hear them sing Be watchful as you walk thru the forest's wooded glen A tiny impish faerie' might sprinkle you with duste'... And become your very best friend Then... You'll live happily everafter, there's never an end Because... Everything there is to be seen is hidden in the heart of magik' by anne p murray ~2011