FAERIE FLIGHT


As through the air I did glide,

And ne'er a sound was heard,

In such a simple motion,

Effortless as a bird.


A bird I surely was not,

Nor a butterfly, please,

But wings now gently moving,

So natural, with ease.


'Neath dandelions' white seed,

Golden buttercups too,

Through the broad sward and over,

To better now, my view.


The meadow was alight with,

Springtime's colours so bright,

Float above, fly down below,

Such a wonderful sight.


Into woodland's cooling shade,

'Neath toadstool's shiny hood,

Besides a bright stream, babbling,

Through this delightful wood.


The water's mist, refreshing,

I sipped as I flew past,

These joyous moments' feelings,

I hoped, always, they'd last.


To the canopy above,

And on through I did speed,

A view of all this good land,

What more could I now need.


Down to meadow flowers' bloom,

Bumbles at each stem now,

The taste of that sweet nectar,

A heady, dizzy brew.


Then to rest my giddy head,

Inside a yellow 'cup,

To doze in such sweet rapture,

Forget this waking up.


Then all at once, it happened,

Still in meadow's embrace,

Laid now over all these flowers,

And here, in this same place.


Was the faerie flight a dream,

Surely that couldn't be,

Within my memories' thoughts,

As real as it could be.


I knew I had fluttered bright,

In some magical way,

Yet here I was, awakening,

On a bright and clear day.


Had my dream just been all that,

Is this what sleep could do,

Had I travelled that journey,

That now I tell to you?


Then rising from my sweet daze,

Falling from my brow,

A sparkling, shimmering light,

But what and where and how?


It fell into the deep grass,

Past a buttercup's glow,

I searched for long to find it,

Where it went, I didn't know.


Was it all a fantasy,

What had happened then,

I came into this meadow,

Now can't recall just when.