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Playing in meadows

Or beneath a church steeple

Both in daylight and shadow

I play amongst the faery people



I can see their ethereal light shine

On winter's night, while winds blow

Where we mortals stumble blind

They dance festive in the snow



In spring they fly with speed unseen

By anything housed in stables

It's the season of joy filled with a damp sheen

From rains as they fall on roof and gable



It was then I saw, under the fae moon

An image I shall not soon forget

A blur of gossamer wings beating in tune

With my heart and it's regret



A pale face and golden tresses

Silken skin glowing in moonlight

Leaves and flowers made up her dresses

In full raiment, a beautifully simple sight



We talked and walked many times

Of lives and dreams or nothing at all

There amongst the shelter of pines

Is where I first began to fall



Early summer brought my lady fae

Upon me with demands of a thief

Laughingly I tore a corner away

From my nicest handkerchief



Midsummer night I awoke with a start

Caused by the smallest, lightest kiss

A sensation so tremendous I felt it in my heart

A feeling that for many years I would miss







"I have you", came the sound

like a thousand miniature bells

Her voice caused the lost to be found

and the most hardened heart to swell



She darted back so that I could admire

The beautiful gown from my earlier gift

It shone in the dark with a shimmering fire

The scrap of cloth and magic dust a perfect fit



She laughed and danced a beautiful spiral

Explaining the meaning of the act

Not stopping the whole while

"I shall explain it " she said, "its all fact"



"There are dances for all, in the palace of roses

At midsummer we dance to life when the moon is low

And chose our loves to be happy as one supposes

Then at midwinter we dance to our ends in the snow"



I scarcely listened to what she said

So enthralled was I by the sight

Long after her exit as I lay in my bed

I dreamt of her dancing throughout the night



One night while preparing for the holiest of days

I heard a clink on my window it's sound very faint

She was dressed in her gown, my beautiful lady fae

"Come with me, come to me.  This cannot wait"



"I have loved you all my life, you are within me

I say that now before I must dance once again

I have you to thank for helping me see

That I could love such as you and call you a friend"



"Bear witness to this, and see with your heart

That what I feel is true and I am happy to dance"

With a small kiss and caress she flew up to start

I stood in the cold wind in a wide-open stance.



A beautiful spiral with the occasional loop

I remembered before I dreamt in my bed

Another remembrance with each spiral and swoop

"We dance to our ends in the snow" is what she had said...





In the spring when flowers begin to bloom

When songbirds fill the vastness of days

I leave the confines of my room

To place fresh flowers

Near the marker of my lady fae.