Take My Hand to Faerie Land

She is the keeper of the gate.
She calls to the pure of heart to rise and take her hand.
Come and I will guide you on beams of light
to a hidden place where gardens grow lush and green.
To a place where summers are brighter and winters are lighter
and magical creatures fill the air.
Come and take my hand and we’ll ride on the wings of the mist
to a far away land where all that is known is love.
And as you begin to feel the dark dispair of your mortal ties begin to fade.
You despratly try to remember the difference
between what was and what is no more.
But even that begins to fade
and as you walk the blade of light
the dark cold memory gently slips from your mind.
And then you see it a shinning new world
fresh and clean and pure as a new born baby
filled with joyous songs of love so strong you can smell it in the air.
And as you dance the ancient dance of wonder
you know deep down in your soul that something has changed
and you will never ever be the same again.
But these mistic tales of wonder shall not be told
for in truth no words can tell it.
There are no words.
There are no words.

Take My Hand to Faerie Land

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Joined August 2008

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