A fairy flies over the skies,
Over the seas’whispering breeze,
Winged flight flowing, up and then down,
Bubbling dreams drifting, dancing around,
The softness of flight lost in delight,
By softened cloud castles and lemon scented night,
Create quiet whispers, quieter than these
Orange blossomed blessings kissing the trees,
So listen, my child, though lateness and starlight
Illuminate the magic
of a star crossed night,
Lovers may wander while night’s face pales on,
Yet the fairy always hovers over the breath of a song.
My most recent painted rock.