Monday, April 05, 2010

An Autumn Quick Whipped up Faery Catchup.

A bit of fun with pen and ink,


The faeries come and stop to drink

From thoughts that fly from them to me

From me to them the thoughts fly free

As autumn comes accross the land

The sun has now a gentler hand

The light is soft, the sky is low

The faeries fly up to my window.

And if I see or if I am blind

Matters not to them for they don't mind

The things of earth that plod like me

For they are of light and must fly free

Its just enough for me to quietly gaze

On lighted coulour in sunset haze

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