Angel dust and elfin gown,
Signets in a pixie crown;
Galaxies with gemstones strewn,
Magic in a flower rune.
How does Nature speak to you?
Perhaps if petticoats were pearls
And thoughts were stars with chocolate swirls,
Moments wrapped in petalled lace,
Where tear-drop diamonds hold in place
Bright fairy-wands, of age-old make
Fair magic-wrought, for magic’s sake –
Then I could keep you here with me,
Shut out the worst catastrophe,
Bind our hearts with fairy glue
So I could always be with you.
There’s a way through the wet that will whisk you to dreams
Where Narnian kingdoms are just what they seem,
And elf-sprites and fairies more real than your skin
Cavort there, and frolic along with their kin;
The door only opens but once in 10 years,
And many will miss it in their short careers;
So when you hear hinges to ports in the sky
Hold on to the magic, lest it pass you by…