Sometimes when the night is falling.
I can hear them softly calling.
Come and dance the night away
the moon is shining bright as day.
My fairy friends are gathering
to dance within the fairy ring.
I leave the comfort of my chair
and go outside to find them there.
Already to commence the dance.
I watch them as they skip and prance.
I am too big to join the dance
but gladly given half a chance.
I would discard my human guise
and dwindle down to be their size
Titania points her wand at me.
I find I am quite suddenly.
Much smaller than I used to be.
The fairy maids all laugh with glee,
each one wants to dance with me
I gladly join the revelry.
We dance until the morning breaks.
A single word is all it takes
to restore me to my own size.
Titania is very wise.
She weaves another magic spell.
I can recall but cannot tell.
When I awake in my old chair
Gripped in my hand I find a pair
of tiny silken, silver shoon
the colour of a bright new moon.
A little keep sake it would seem
to prove to me it was no dream.
(11-Jul-07)
Hi Ivor, Bravo, Bravo, this is such a Beautiful poem. I love every word. You can still dance the night away, when you 'hear them softly calling.' Brilliant Poetry....You are the Most Gifted Poet In The World.
Absolutely charming write and to a beautiful lady at that........marci.xo
oH, WONDERERFUL... Ernestine will love this... I know I do! t x
oH, WONDERERFUL... Ernestine will love this... I know I do! t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tara is right, I do love this one. Fantasy land is just up my street. A beautiful enchanting poem and such a delicious read. Thank you so much for dedicating it to me. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX