To the Faerie keeper Denny...
What is that there I see before my very eyes a sparkle a twinkle a wisp of I no not what can one deny. Perhaps the thought just passed my way to take me to another day. How many dreams have come and gone and yet a spark could re ignite the history of the years. My heart would bubble and I would rebel with thunderous cheers and almost certainly a bundle of tears. If only time stood still you say perchance to take a glance. I shudder in delight and almost stagger with a fright to think that it may be so bright. Oh glorious wondrous feeling that flows elegantly through my veins overriding all other signs including hard earned pain.
For I did but this very day a sight behold that you may well believe but only if you can. Certainly only true believers in a youth like trance will understand. Such deep and heart rendering swell the smiles and pulses flair because where once I was despaired am now cast flying high whisked broom like through the air. The reason for this state of mine you may well ask to tell. Shortly I will let you see the insight I was given if only for to see your own excitement driven.
A doubt at first I thought I had as to what appeared that hour thinking it made me do and turned by brain a little sour. But now because I let it go and allowed a new world near I think I can tell you true it was definitely not blue. Maybe it was a shade of pink a transparency you might say that you almost might imagine was a sub conscious affray. The afternoon sun at peak time was shining down reflected had I looked and observed what I should of expected.
The trees were round about so huge and casting shadows deep along the hedge that run along the lane on which I tread. The bouncing rays of coloured lights were dancing up and down and swirling in a whirlpool of emotions mixed and played a symphony of waves of thoughts upon my soul. Never did I for one moment forget or did I now you may know. I believe I am sure you can see that you all too may have had experienced some. These symptoms when you have out and about have been your thoughts a wandering far to cast around the branches black as tar.
Another flash it just went past a flick behind a trunk was maybe a little man perhaps a balding monk. An angel I do not think so nor Irish leprechaun a pixie a goblin or a garden gnome them being all at home. But let me tell then it was indeed a faerie of that I am real sure. Just to top it of with love it really filled my heart with wishes way too many so I think I will I know I will have to call him Denny….
Stuart C Mackenzie Stu [stumacsu]
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