Love's magic sometimes comes on faerie wings... |
THE FAERIES CAME TO ME LAST NIGHT The faeries came to me last night So much did I miss you That my tears flooded their space Under my bed And the wee one that calls Herself Small Mary Begged me please stop For her wings were soaked And she could not fly She was accompanied by her Da At least I think t'was her father Family resemblance of a sort And he did not beg But looked at me sadly And spirited me away to where you slept So far away 'cross the sea Dry your tears, he said to me For your love sleeps sound And his breathing easy But I could not believe 'till I saw myself Your strong jaw, that aristocratic nose Pressed against the pilllow in sleep Your mind laced with dreams I wanted to lay next to you But he shook his head no T'were not permitted or the enchantment would break But you may, he said Kiss him ever so softly And whisper a love song Into his ear Those things I did slowly Heartbreakingly achingly My slowness to prolong the glamour Ah, the faerie knew my game And let me play Perhaps he too was once in love the same With Mary's mam 'Tis all I recall For when I woke this morning I still felt your lips upon mine And I like to think You cried a little for me too And the faeries 'neath your bed Spirited you 'cross the waters to me Agra, my heart sleeps always with yours For distance is only an illusion And love the only reality The enchantment is in the loving The pain is in the parting Agra, I wait for you No matter if it be a thousand lifetimes |