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Fae Tallow
Brian Froud's Spring, or Primrose Faery
from his book, Good Faeries/Bad Faeries
Dedicated
to Chandelle
Tallow born of candle light
shivers in the pale moonlight.
Gleaming moonbeams,
streams of Chandelle's soul,
spills into your breath and so,
breathing deeply, sighing sweetly,
baby fae is getting sleepy.
Tussled hair upon a rose,
bed of slumber, sweet repose.
Baby Fae birthed this night,
hushed in wonder, awe's delight.
Given to the light of ages,
Sun, Moon and Stars,
the Sky their pages.
The Mystic Rose and
Father
Lute
conceived this child in Song and Truth.
Mother rocks you gently, humming
the song your Father wrote for You.
Magic dancing, sweet romancing,
tales of love from long ago.
Faeries waltzing to and fro.
Amidst the stars, the air,
the flowers,
moon shine, like wine
is drunk for hours.
Mystic Rose caresses you, blesses you,
in your pink rose petaled bed.
Trembling still your spirit rising
as she touches your cheek, your brow,
your golden head.
Father Lute looks on and smiles,
plays his lullaby for hours.
His Notes of love floating
through the winds on high
given freely to the moon and sky.
Dragon flies come and light the way
hearing these notes your Father plays.
Mother sings her melody
words of Faerie called poetry!
Slips of slivers called starlight wrap
around their hearts this night.
Child of wonder, Love's delight!
Chandelle's spirit your inner light.
Rose now, whispers her Mother's prayer:
"May Chandelle's spirit,
called candle light,
brought forth of fire, warm and bright,
bring forth from it's flame evermore
believing in this afterglow!
For Belief too, is a candle in the night,
a lantern in the dead of night.
Given to my daughter born
of its light and wonder,
joy and Song!
Thus we name, Our Daughter,
for its sweet afterglow,
Forevermore to be called,
The Fae Tallow!
July 16, 2000
By Lady LaMythica
By Lady LaMythica,
Linda A. Copp © All rights reserved World Wide
including but not limited to 1972-2015
The song you hear is
David
Folsom's Unborn!
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