A feral flutter Light headed, heavy winged A slightly singed stutter to follow Bow your head into the faeries hollow
Tiny hands of guidance, till you’re dancing in the gold and blue That fae has a face I know as you
You chirp from birch to birch The echoes of your ivy crown Your laugh is etched in every sound
In tree barks and wolf howls Drunken singing night owls In the shimmer of the mystical Rainbows when the sun hits crystal Late days and lightning And we remember you shining
So many memories to make us swoon Your face I see in every moon A spirit embroidered with feathers Snoozing sweetly in the heathers Inked with sunshine and smothered in glitter Beyond the stars your chariot flitters Eyes of kindness and heart filled with love I know your smile still sings above
These pixies they steal teeth and treasures They’ll take you on celestial endeavours Till somewhere soft and serene you’ll have landed Somewhere you’ll dance with the winged bandits
I went from the "overabundance of life" to a knight of resignation I'm back to cheap pilsners local Genny's, union made Sometimes a Three Heads when I want to get plowed I'm trying to refine myself into a thoughtless identity so I may taste life again, make music again Did I do it all in the grapes of my youth? I guess I need a sommelier for my heart cause all I taste is river rock where there was once native berries and rare spices Sparks that charmed The dazzle of a demon that could cover their faults You dine or drink with thee and you're stuck in the Fae I'm the only one that hasn't stayed
A pixie a nixie, a fae all day, To these I must say oh me oh my, oh what am I to do on this fine day, this fine day in early may with pixies in the air and nixies in the sea the fae of the day, all around me.