Twilight
Come stroll with me through the mist,
to my faerie garden where we can sit.
During that space between day and night,
tis the magical moment of twilight.
Sitting, waiting, patiently for the fairies to appear,
to watch them fly and dance on the air.
Hush, look, up there in the branches,
See they are doing their faerie dances.
Oh what joy the fae little ones bring,
when they allow us to see and hear them sing.
See them, fluttering by silver, gold and blue,
Faeries all, with their own unique hue.
Leaping, fluttering, twisting and weaving,
the circle of life; loving, loss and grieving.
During that space between day and night,
tis the magical moment of twilight.





ttthhhank you Hawky. I am glad you like it.