Magic walks out in this midsummer night.
The fairy world opens to those who, prepared,
Wander at dusk to commune with mighty
Unseen worlds. Flora appears so rarely,
So go and invoke her. Higher realms ride
On your fate this midsummer's eve, believing
In miracles helps. This is year's high tide
Whatever has ebbed will flow back with dreaming.
Hearts now can be full, not a dropp overfills.
Washing your face in the midsummer dew
You will grow lovelier, if you are willing
To take joy in the coming year's beautiful
Messages, hidden but waiting for you.
Madness maybe, but some say it's true.
Your Midsummer's night has trickled down to the southern hemisphere your longest day is our longest night or so it would appear! Your ebb! our flow! the reverse of six months past then the sun travels north again where longer shadows cast caught in the flow of your magic quill again Fay!
This is beautiful Fay...as always you write such vivid scenes for us....Fi 10++++
Another beautiful write - I imagine the ebb and flow of the tide in Cornwall on a midsummer night..great imagery.10 Ofcourse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very beautiful one indeed Fay! ! ! i liked this one.. great one for the sore heart.. you words can heal many people...10+++ with lots of love shan