posted on Jun, 26 2015 @ 04:29 PM
I'm walking down this leafy path, the wind is gently blowing,
Nary a map and nary a thought, of where I'm actually going.
The old man told me miles ago . . .just walk this path . . .but walk it slow . .
You'll see them if you're quiet.
Across from here . . .there's something queer . . . a mirror . . .of cascading water,
a waterfall of misty mass that brings the Faerie daughter . . .out to greet me.
Fairyland, I'm here at last, please help me stay this time,
Your magic spells, and tinker's bells . . .do ease my troubled mind.
I come here for the beauty . . . in my world it departs,
I come here for the comfort . . .it soothes my sad,sad heart.
Oh fairyland, oh fairyland, enchant me to the bone,
it's here I'll stay, I found the way, . . . and now you are my home.
Nary a faeire, nary a faeire, . . . .isn't that what they all said,
Nary a faeire, nary a faeire, . . . .I like this truth instead.
I can feel my aura . . . .turning colors . . .becoming . . . . . . . .