Wednesday, February 17, 2016


I fly upon the gossamer wing
In a green, green, world
Where the bluebirds sing
On softest moss I lightly sleep
While the mortal world's sun
Across a new day does creep
I make my life within the night
Among ferny bowers and forest
I soar under silvered starlight
Of humankind I do rarely see
Unless they are open to wonder
And they truly believe in me
So come at dusk when skies do dim
To join me in my enchanted world
And within its elfin magic; swim