Some ado:
This fairy tale I give you, if I can return to tell it,
Of shadow worlds within earth’s dominion,
Preternatural places transcending time and space—
The enchanted Faery world, Earth’s missing link.
Other mortals I saw, too, while passing through,
Then knew that Elflande overlapped our own;
They were not asleep, but frozen in motion,
Awake yet unmoving in their instant of time.
Such, when each moment passed unto the next,
These mortal beings passed, too, wondering what
Might have been seen: phantasms in the mind
That fell between the frames of their living film.
Trumpet flowers had announced my coming,
My ticket being the poems that I’d written
On the lore and legends of the flowers—of Eve
And elves bringing forth all that bloomed and grew.
All things I felt continuously now,
As in humankind I knew only in
Rare moments of ecstasy when melded
Happenings had lifted me heavenward.
Magical things I saw—that only appear
On earth when one’s eyes close but for a second:
Wingèd ladies, and flowered butterflies
Whose prints are pressed as dust upon the pansies.
The birds were of a species never known
And seemed to share a special closeness
With their elven brethren, faery sisterhood—
Which I knew and felt and saw as kinship.
I heard woodlands that once only whispered,
Meadows where there was once but a murmur,
And grasslands, unhushed, full of wondrous sounds—
The music from beyond the human range.
My senses were heightened: touch went deeper;
My eyes saw colors beyond the spectrum;
I reached into living things, knowing them,
And the odours called, mixed with emotion.
A flush of youth shot through me, as the chain
Of light from angel to faerie added my link,
And my eyes were sparks of bright burning fire,
Sense extended in a new dimension.
A flush of youth shot through me, as the chain
Of light from angel to faerie added my link,
And my eyes were sparks of bright burning fire,
Sense extended in a new dimension.