Fairies in My Garden at Night.
You don´t have to believe in fairies or magic....but......
Sitting alone in the quiet of the night,
Moon and stars are the only light,
I breathe in aromas of my beautiful garden.,
and try to relax once more.
Suddenly, shards of shining light,
are visible down near the gate,
I think I see lilac, pale blue and pink,
So I sit tight and I just wait.
Imagine my face as the colours get brighter
though the shades are still pastel and gentle,
I´m looking at fairies, gliding about,
my heart and my eyes nearly pop out.!
The heady aromas, the sounds of the crickets,
and FAIRIES tiptoeing in ballet like slippers.
I can hardly believe my eyes ,
What a magical, calming sight.
Satin and lace and a pert, tiny face,
turns toward me with grace,
This is no dream, this beauty serene,
A fairy´s waved magic upon me.
Was it Gold Dust that seemed to pass over me?
Fairy dust maybe, or silver. It cheers my sad heart,
lifts my spirit so high, I know I can make a new start.!
With tears in my eyes, I say ´Thank you.´
No one believes in my visit from fairies,
Yet argue they´ll not with ´New Me.´
A song in my heart , a smile on my face,
The morose, depressed soul, of her there´s no trace,
I´ll sit here again tonight with the flowers,
Waiting and hoping the fairies will come,
And if they don´t, content I´ll still be,
for last night , their job.... It was done.!
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