“You spilled over like honey.
Sticky wings on slick green grass.
You could have stayed forever.
You were a forest fairy.
I was a lost soul rising.
You were a tender light;
I was a blinding light shining.
We met in the darkness of midnight.
Under the Summer moon.
We touched in the darkness of moon beams.
That warmed and revived and consumed.
We gathered our lives by the moonlight.
And whispered our light to the world.
We found our presence as insight.
A fairy of light;
And a girl.
The pond whistled sounds of a life there.
One that was a mystical muse.
No other could have replayed it.
That night was a symphony of new.
We touched our fingers together.
We touched our hearts to the wind.
In madness and energy blinking.
We knew we would never meet again.
I had not seen you in winter.
I had not seen you in spring.
I had not found you in fall’s dead leaves.
You were my mystical ring.
In summer I heard you in wind chimes.
Your scent carried by like a rose.
Your laughter was found in the free birds.
That landed wherever they chose.
Summer was always about you.
Summer always will be,
Where fairies and broken winged Angels,
Are carried by a mystical breeze.”
Written by Lucia Sullivan ♥ Copyright 2017 all rights reserved
I am a clairvoyant, poet, writer, and seer. I believe all things are moving towards the light. I love music, dancing, boating, nature, and animals.