No matter how bleak the day
the faeries still come out to play
















and if I walk amongst bleak winter skies
their light and love brings no lies

















and if for a moment I stand still and feel
the wintry sun, cannot reveal
a faery world where light is life,
where there is but faery strife

what hat to wear, what hood to hoard
what coins to toss onto the board..

and when the game of life is done
we all come back to where they cam from