Sign up now for a
Free Email Account &
your own Online
Writing Portfolio!
Username:
Password:  
Reviewer Items

More Reviewers  

Read a Newbie
Badges
Growth
Presented To:
Ghostranch

Testimonials
Tell a Friend
Know someone who'd
like this page?

Email Address:

Optional Comment:

Who's Online?
Members: 243    
Guests: 391    

   
Total Online Now: 634    
Writing.Com Time

Wednesday
February 15, 2012
6:54am EST


  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Fantasy >> ID #1197145  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
THE FAERIES CAME TO ME LAST NIGHT
Love's magic sometimes comes on faerie wings...
Rated:
E
by
Avg Rating: (3)
THE FAERIES CAME TO ME LAST NIGHT

The faeries came to me last night
So much did I miss you
That my tears flooded their space
Under my bed
And the wee one that calls Herself Small Mary
Begged me please stop
For her wings were soaked
And she could not fly

She was accompanied by her Da
At least I think t'was her father
Family resemblance of a sort
And he did not beg
But looked at me sadly
And spirited me away to where you slept
So far away 'cross the sea

Dry your tears, he said to me
For your love sleeps sound
And his breathing easy
But I could not believe 'till I saw myself
Your strong jaw, that aristocratic nose
Pressed against the pilllow in sleep
Your mind laced with dreams

I wanted to lay next to you
But he shook his head no
T'were not permitted or the enchantment would break
But you may, he said
Kiss him ever so softly
And whisper a love song
Into his ear

Those things I did slowly
Heartbreakingly achingly
My slowness to prolong the glamour
Ah, the faerie knew my game
And let me play
Perhaps he too was once in love the same
With Mary's mam

'Tis all I recall
For when I woke this morning
I still felt your lips upon mine
And I like to think
You cried a little for me too
And the faeries 'neath your bed
Spirited you 'cross the waters to me

Agra, my heart sleeps always with yours
For distance is only an illusion
And love the only reality

The enchantment is in the loving
The pain is in the parting
Agra, I wait for you
No matter if it be a thousand lifetimes



© Copyright 2007 Maggie (UN: maggiecarroll at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Maggie has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Log In To Leave Feedback
Username:
Password:
Not a Member?
Signup right now, for free!

All accounts include:
*Bullet* FREE Email @Writing.Com!
*Bullet* FREE Portfolio Services!