The Fairy

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.
S.K. Lindeman

My most recent painted rock.