Upon winged dreams shall play
Warm nights shall come to stay
For fae the light behest
Upon the mist and flowers it rests
Dancing in circles of blue
As bells and harps chime through
Faces of light come to rest
Within toad stools they lie their heads
Stirring when the new moon awaketh once more

~ Dave

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