Through the mist on a summer’s eve,
Something in the darkness speaks to me.
A faerie ring of ‘shrooms and thyme
Is the home of faeries sipping wine.
Cutting through the night of here,
Peering into dawn of there.
Tiny lights that fly and play,
Light the path and show the way.
Laughter hangs upon the air,
Tiny faeries everywhere.
Every color from white to blue,
Take every shade and any hue.
They’re always nude and have no shame,
Because to them, they’re all the same.
Hold out your hand and one lands there,
Smiling, laughing, pulling your hair.
Before your eyes might appear,
An indigo faerie who has no fear.
In his little hands he holds,
A four-leaf clover and a rose.
Cutting through the night of here,
Peering into dawn of there.
Tiny lights that fly and play,
Light the path and show the way.
Feasts and parties, laugh and dance,
Watching from a state of trance.
Music always playing here,
Bouts of singing rise from there.
Bluebell mugs are raised in toast,
Cheering on a friendly boast.
The land of faeries fades away,
Portal opened for a day.
Stepping back into the world,
A violent step, as though I’m hurled.
Watching the threshold fade away,
Stomping my foot and wishing to stay.
My glimpse of faeries will always stay,
Wanting to see more magick of the fey.
Playful creatures forever in mind,
Hating to leave it all behind.
But now and then one peeks through,
To hop and skip in the morning dew.
Cutting through the night of here,
Peering into dawn of there.
Tiny lights that fly and play,
Light the path and show the way.