WanderLust And Faerie Dust

Once upon a time in the magikal' land of faeries'...

Buried deep in the forests of Ireland

There’s a mysterious magik' called faerie' duste'

Hidden in the greenery oh so grande'

 

It flows thru' gentle winds amongst billowing gusts

Faeries' spread their magik' while children slumber

Flying thru' the nite' with light from a gilded moon

Soaring quietly thru' air in tiny numbers

Like glittering fireflies in the month of June

 

Carefully hidden along hallowed grounde'

Watch very carefully you might catch a glimpse

Of tiny faerie villages buried in magik' groundes'

Nymphs with Gossamer wings and small footprints

Magik' faerie' duste' makes a musical tinkling sound

 

They tip-toe silently thru the wooded greene'

Taking a pinch of faerie' dust and sprinkling it around

If you listen carefully you can hear them sing

Be watchful as you walk thru the forest's wooded glen

A tiny impish faerie' might sprinkle you with duste'...

And become your very best friend 

 

Then...

You'll live happily everafter, there's never an end

Because...

Everything there is to be seen...is hidden in the heart of magik'

by anne p murray ~2011

 

                                 Blowing Faery Duste' Your Way

  

 

        

  

 Poems by LadeeAnne ~Anne P Murray   c/r. 2011

A 'pas de  duex' of  rhythm and  visions ~