Time stands still in fairy
land,
Majestic sparkles in the
sand.
When I looked, saw you
there,
A lovely flower, for my hair.
My emotions, raced it's
true,
My heart kept saying, I
love you.
All my friends, are happy
there,
Columbine perfume fills
the air.
Little houses in a row,
Surrounded by lots of
mistletoe.
A place where I've longed
to be,
Spirits running wild, and
free.
Tonight, in meadows,
green and deep,
I will safely fall asleep.
Wrapped in the arms of
my fairy man
No more shifting of the
sand
(c) copyright heather burns
Welcome Fairy Man,
To my fairy land.
I'll always
love ya.
This is really nice Heather, no more shifting of the sand and to be wrapped in his arms. Again haunting and meaningful.