To dance the twighlight path of fairies,
Through lilies sweet and scented rose,
To walk the twinkling firefly seas,
Under moonlight shadows the Dreamer sews,
Through forest smells of wood and pine,
And lavender scented meadows fair,
Crisp smells of where the wood nymphs twine,
Their branches round their autumn hair,
Tall pillars claim the woods alone,
The creaking boughs of redwood trees,
The monarchs of that shadowed throne,
Though midnight reigns till morning’s breeze,
To hear the nightingale’s lulling song,
The whispers through the painted leaves,
Feel raindrops splashing all along,
Unguarded spots through nature’s sieves,
With nightfall’s touch upon the air,
To brush the blushing children’s cheek,
To flutter webs of fragile care,
Their gossamer strung with dewdrops sleek,
To taste the air of winter sweet,
To bathe within the bubbling pools,
Or dance the paths where fairy’s feet,
Slip hiding from closed-minded fools,
To wander fairy roads away,
To sparkling falls of nature’s gleam,
Those places dusk forgets to lay,
Its shroud of darkling ebony dream,
To waltz at all with magic things,
A simple thing, a task to do,
Believe in the world that you must bring,
Your mind a path to lead you to,
Just one thing more before you go,
Into imagination’s care,
There’s one thing more that you must know…
Your heart must guide your footsteps there.
