A Fairy Flies

                         A fairy flies

                                     over the skies,

                         Over the seas’

                                     whispering breeze,

                         Winged  flight flowing,

                                     up and then down,

                         Bubbling dreams drifting,

                                     dancing around,

                         The softness of flight

                                     lost in delight,

                         By softened cloud castles

                                    and lemon scented night,

                         Create quiet whispers,

                                   quieter than these

                         Orange blossomed blessings

                                   kissing the trees,

                        So listen, my child,

                                   though lateness and starlight

                        Illuminate the magic

                                   of a star crossed night,

                       Lovers may wander

                                   while night’s face pales on,

                      Yet the fairy always hovers

                                   over the breath of a song.

                                                       s.k. lindeman