Streams In The Desert

Streams in the desert, leaves are falling

broken on earth beneath the trees

the scene a shadow in my mind,

reflecting the scorched earth.

Alone where no birds sing

beneath the boughs

and branches bare,

the fairy appeared.

Her hair was long

and her eyes were blue,

happy in this country scene

dancing the faeries dance.

Lulling me to dream

until the new seasons,

bound with garlands of her own

she laid the pretty flowers at my feet.

“Come swim with the swans upon the lake

not too late their babies will hatch soon,

the sign for me to love you dearly.”

Oh! May I try believing her voice

fading away into the forest deep,

with her candle a light to the door

sweet the incense floating away to sleep,

calling me to her bower and marry her.

The tower like the trees in my mind

so bare the sky can’t hide away,

spreading tales of woe in winter.

Autumn foliage the leaves are falling

on the dark burnt earth my home.

I'm the homeless beggar

searching for the Savior

in the stars high above,

shining a new pathway

streams in the desert

the leaves budding green,

my faery whispering come see

heaven waits our enjoyment there.