Faerie Child

A faerie child is born of stardust and magic and love, In touch with the magics that most no longer see, Still feeling their connection in life’s silver web above, Walking one foot on a path that most say cannot be. Hide well your wings little one, they will not understand - To far too many different is something they must fear. Stay to the quiet places, the meadow and woodland, Listen to the voices that sing just beyond your ear. In day’s light walk paths mundane, faerie magics veiled, One foot on the path where real is touched and seen, Where belief in magic and faith have long been paled, Where proof is required to accept now what has been. As the moon takes her place above in indigo skies Know in your heart that no faerie child’s alone. When you see a distant meadow alight with fireflies Then is when the faerie children gather with their own. When in doubt that in this world that magic still exists, Or that there ever were such as the mystic faerie child, Sit quietly and watch and listen in the evening’s mists Find the quiet places where the night is soft and mild.. © Candace 6/23/09 Return to Poetry Index