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As the days of the faerie passed

and the winds of time swept away

the dreams of those once perfect beings

there were but a few who remembered

The sylvan creatures who once danced

upon the golden rays of the sun

who's wings shone with moonlight

filling the air with the sounds of music itself

All save a few had fulfilled their time

on this earthly realm

it was a time that would fade like a mist

but could never be lost

For in the patterns of dew glistening on the leaves at twilight

and in the delicate weavings of flower petals breathing in the dawn

and in the magnificent grandeur of deep shadows

devouring the morning at sunset

In these are forever etched the memory of the Faye

Remember

their voices are enchantment

and their enchantment awakens the sleeper

into a garden of visions ~ a garden of dreams

These are the mysteries they have left for us

reminders of lost innocence

and communion

with pure wild beauty

Forever shall they live

in our craft and in our hearts

if we will only look

if we will only listen

~ Reflections of Faerie, Gary Stadler ~