English Faerie Folk

Walking amongst the ancient trees,

faeries in the mi(d)st,

looming unseen . .

 

The scent of Hawthorn and Elder,

I stumble through the brush,

twigs crackling under my feet with each step,

I inhale deeply, this forest,

it grows inside of me

 

Can you feel me here amongst these old souls? 

She whispers . .

fluttering about the treetops,

the music of her voice dancing in my ears with delight

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While exploring the forests of England . . 

She Comes, Hearts Rise

Hearts floating through the night

Find a resting place in dreams of mine

In through my window they swirl

Effervescent ballet, all the colors of imagination

Bubbling inside, one tickles my nose

The purest of hearts, she alights every smile

Like a candle  from the dawn of time

Slow and steady, burns the eternal flame

In her presence, demons scatter

Vow never to return, as true love and grace conquer the night

Dream Fairy Photo Credit: Flickr.com- Creative Commons- Picture by Alexandria Lanier
Dream Fairy, Photo Credit: Flickr.com- Creative Commons- Picture by Alexandria Lanier