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Golden Dreams To You
by Thomas Boyd
Where is thy lovely perilous abode?
In what strange phantom-land
Glimmer the fairy turrets whereto rode
The ill-starred poet band?
Say, in the Isle of Youth hast though thy home,
The sweetest singer there,
Stealing on winged steed across the foam
Through the moonlit air?
And by the gloomy peaks of Erigal,
Haunted by storm and cloud,
Wing past, and to thy lover there let fall
His singing robe and shroud?
Or, where the mists of bluebell float beneath
The red stems of the pine,
And sunbeams strike thro' shadow, dost thou breathe
The word that makes him thine?
Or, is thy palace entered thro' some cliff
When radiant tides are full,
And round thy lover's wandering starlit skiff
Coil in luxurious lull?
And would he, entering on the brimming flood,
See caverns vast in height,
And diamond columns, crowned with leaf and bud,
Glow in long lanes of light?
And there the pearl of that great glittering shell
Trembling, behold thee lone,
Now weaving in slow dance an awful spell,
Now still upon thy throne?
Thy beauty! ah, the eyes that pierce him thro'
Then melt as in a dream,
The voice that sings the mysteries of the blue
And all that Be and Seem!
Thy lovely motions answering to the rhyme
That ancient Nature sings,
That keeps the stars in cadence for all time,
And echoes thro' all things!
Whether he sees thee thus, or in his dreams,
Thy light makes all lights dim;
An aching solitude from henceforth seems
The world of men to him.
Thy luring song, above the sensuous roar,
He follows with delight,
Shutting behind him Life's last gloomy door,
And fares into the Night.
...Thomas Boyd
WIND CHIMES
Listen to the wind chimes, tinkling in the night
Summoning the fairies, to take a moonlight flight
Wings glowing with fairy dust and magical sprites appear
Flitting through the forest amid a woodland sphere
Covered up with fairy dust the paradise below
Glows like a lantern in the night, soft light gently flows
Whispered secrets flourish and giggles can be heard
As fairies gather in a circle, making fairy mirth
I see them with their wings held high, their skirts of misty hue
The bluebells tinkle when they're near, as if they see them too
Gowns of soft pastels and skin of golden brown
Fireflies dancing in the air and circling the ground
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ENCHANTMENT
The land of enchantment is covered in mist
A land where the fairies hide deep within it
Trees rich with honey and fragrance abounds
There's roses and orchids and ferns on the ground
A bubbling brook hidden on a mountain of rock
Cascading down stones to a lush waterfall
Beneath a paradise of rich emerald green
A river emerges for the fairies to swim
Pools of clear water form on the ground
They turn into rainbows and dance all around
The forest is hidden neath a blanket of moss
The vines glow like magic wrapped round the treetops
Fireflies with tails that glow soft in the night
Mesmerizing glow, like a candle of light
Captured by fairies, they twinkle and glow
Until the soft dawn and then they must go
Fairies in gowns of soft colored hues
Made out of satin and sapphires of blue
Covered in garlands of flowers and ferns
Their faces shine bright as they dance and they whirl
The land of enchantment is covered in mist
If you look hard, you can see deep within it
To fairy's and sprites and mystical lore
A place of enchantment ... for evermore
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TOUCHING THE PAST
My Aunt had a steamer chest that she passed on to me
She kept it in a special place where no one else could see
Many days she spent her time looking deep inside
Sometimes pulling out a piece of memory,
with tears in her eyes
I was just a little girl and didn't understand
The tears that she wiped from her face
that dried upon her hand
One day I sat beside her and reached to touch some lace
And at that very moment I saw sunshine on her face
The memory of her smile, stays with me today
Her eyes lit up like sparkling stars
and seemed to stay that way
She touched it gently with her hand and held it to her face
And breathed in deeply of the fragrance,
of the tattered lace
And then she spoke so softly that I could barely hear
"This was the dress for my wedding, that I would never wear
You see, he went to war and never came back home
My love went with him and then I was alone"
"I promised I would wait for him and that is what i've done
And one day soon we'll walk together, in the setting sun"
Her words have never left me, the memory burned within
Of a beautiful young girl and the man she loved,
finally together again
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FANTASY
Colors of lavender, teal and pale blue
Colors of the ocean with green added too
A bright glowing moon and stars in the sky
Lighting the heavens for fairies to fly
They sit upon the shore line, waiting for a wave
Encapsuled in stardust they magically fade
Unicorns prance out of waves in the ocean
While mermaids sit quietly in silent devotion
Golden hooves hit the sand with a thunderous roar
Falling stars collide in the sky's bright azure
A magical picture of fantasy lore
Painted with imagination for you to adore
Soft Poetry By Sand
THE GARDEN
The wind blows through the willow tree,
Its limbs bent to the ground
The river flows beside the tree,
the lapping water pounds
Beneath a sky of brilliant blue,
serene within a garden
A woman softly hums a tune,the world outside forgotten
Her auburn hair falls to her waist,
a basket on her arm
She gently picks the roses there,
careful of the thorns
Planted with the greatest care,
tended with much love
The garden that she walks in,
was once nothing but dust
Life is like a garden, planted with great care
Nourished with a gentle love,
it produces flowers everywhere
The fragrance drifts upon the breeze
and lingers overhead
Sharing its beauty
with the world in which we live
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GRANDMA'S BLANKET
A blanket of daisies lay on my bed,
Made out of cotton and green and yellow thread.
The stitches were made in neat little rows,
It must have taken forever for Grandma to sew.
Her fingers were slender and wrinkled with age,
Her eyesight was faded, but she never complained.
She started with patches, a needle and thread,
She'd sit there for hours while I slept in her bed.
And when she was through and the blanket was new,
She didn't realize it was a masterpiece true.
To her it was warmth on a cold winter night,
Or a gift for a daughter to brighten her life.
If only she'd known, the blanket she made,
Would last for a life time, the colors would fade.
But the memories she left would stay in my mind,
To brighten my life, years after she'd gone.
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