Poetry: Faerie Song

 

By Cathy Larson Sky

 

Come with me
Put down your spade
Stop the dizzy spinning between
your ears

 

There will be music
You will hear
And wonders
You will see

 

It is so easy,
Just come with me.

 

If the marvels fall quietly upon your
senses
Open your senses
This is done
By letting go

 

If you do not see the beauty
It is still here
Still, here

 

Water over stones
And secret lights in the dew

 

Many who crawl
Swim, slither, or fly
Know the way
Why not you,
Walker?

 

Why not you?

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