Fairies

Deep within the forest trees,
well hidden from our eyes,
in a moon lit realm of fantasy,
is where the fairies fly.
Tiny crowns upon their heads,
their wings are crystal clear,
Within the stillness of the night,
these beauties would appear.
on mushroom tops they dance about,
and drop their fairy dust,
protecting them from chanted spells,
of the ones that they don't trust.
Some of them have rosy cheeks,
and glitter in their hair.
while others love to fly around,
blowing bubbles in the air.
Their voices soft angelic like,
a sparkle in their eyes.
They giggle in a flower patch,
with their friends the butterflies.
When the stars no longer twinkled bright,
and the dew had reached the leaves,
The faires tucked themselves into their beds,
well hidden in the trees



"I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moone's sphere; 
And I serve the fairy queen, 
To dew her orbs upon the green." 
~~William Shakespeare~~A Midsummer Night's Dream~~.

Know you what it is to be a child?...It is to believe in love, to believe in loveliness, to believe in belief; it is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child has its fairy godmother in its soul.

-Francis Thompson, Shelley



Child of the pure unclouded brow
And dreaming eyes of wonder,
Though time be fleet, and I and thou
Are half a life asunder,
Thy loving smile will surely hail
The love-gift of a fairy-tale.
Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass


(The Secret Wish)

You can understand and relate to most people better if you look at them- no matter how old or impressive they may be- as if they are children. For most of us never really grow up or mature all that much- we simply grow taller. Oh, to be sure, we laugh less and play less and wear uncomfortable disguises like adults, but beneath the costume is the child we always are, whose needs are simple, whose daily life is still be described by fairy tales.

-Leo Rosten


(Mark Ivan Cole)

Each fairy tale is a magic mirror which reflects some aspects of our inner world, and of the steps required by our evolution from immaturity to maturity. For those who immerse themselves in what the fairy tale has to communicate, it becomes a deep, quiet pool which at first seems to reflect only our own image; but behind it we soon discover the inner turmoils of our soul- its depth, and ways to gain peace within ourselves and with the world, which is the reward of our struggles.

-Bruno Bettelheim, The Uses of Enchantment

Each of the classic fairy tales has been honed and polished and perfected by the minds and spirits and needs and wisdom of millions of people across hundreds, perhaps thousands, of years. The richness of the human journey is here. Listen. Pass it on. So that there will not pass from our future the enchantment that begins with the honored words, “Once upon a time, long ago and far away, in a deep forest, there lived a child- much like you.”

-Unknown. Bruno Bettelheim?





"None that breatheth living aire does know 
Where is that happy land of Faery." 
Spencer, c.1590 a.d.



Faery Song We who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told:

Give to these children, new from the world,
Silence and love;
And the long dew-dropping hours of the night,
And the stars above:

Give to these children, new from the world,
Rest far from men.
Is anything better, anything better?
Tell us it then:

Us who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told.



There never was a merry world since the fairies left off dancing....
John Selden, Table Talk



I met a lady in the meads
Full beautiful, a faery's child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
John Keats, La Belle Dame Sans Merci



Come away, Oh Human Child!
To the water and wild
With a faery, hand in hand
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand.
William Butler Yeats




Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
John Keats, To a Nightingale


(Charles Faris)

Mist-clad in the light of the moon 
Starspun seekers - 
I search for thee! Faery light - 
I ask thy boon 
Of branch and thorn and Elder tree! 
Wood woven creatures, shadow weavers 
River keepers - come to me! 
Just beyond reaching 
Never in keeping 
Spirits of Faery - I call unto thee! 
Wind-hewn wildness 
Dark and brightness 
Spiral enchantments - born of the sky! 
Cradle me with elven hands, 
Abide with me, thy human child!
-Unknown



Gypsy Songs
I 
The faery beam upon you, 
The stars to glister on you; 
A moon of light 
In the noon of night, 
Till the fire-drake hath o'ergone you!
The wheel of fortune guide you, 
The boy with the bow beside you; 
Run ay in the way 
Till the bird of day, 
And the luckier lot betide you! 
II 
To the old, long life and treasure! 
To the young all health and pleasure! 
To the fair, their face 
With eternal grace
And the soul to be loved at leisure! 
To the witty, all clear mirrors; 
To the foolish, their dark errors; 
To the loving sprite, 
A secure delight;
To the jealous, his own false terrors! 
-Ben Jonson



Come - gather near to the smoldering fire
The embers, aflame, will console and inspire! 
Sit in the glade when the faery muse comes - 
Magick is made with the flick of our tongues!
Oh! dance with the Sidhe under silvery moon! 
Word woven trance is the light of their boon! 
Bear ye the hearts of all mortal men - 
Dance with the fey in the boughs of Green Glen!
-Ferrashynn "http://www.dragonwood.com/"


(Jessica Galbreth)