The Gate

The Gate

Notorious, glorious
Rhythms and Rhymes
Wild flowers and vines
Ebbs & flow
Where the wild things grow

Shadow and light
Flutters & flight
All through the night
Hidden and in sight.
Faeries delight

Creepy and crawly
Down in the bog
All covered in fog
Hear the song
Of that old bull frog

Follow the spring
To where the crickets sing
Glowing wing
Of the faerie king

Gaze into the crystal clear pool
Moss covered branches
Scents of evergreen groves
Air so natural and clean
This is where you’ll find his queen
Look beyond the scene
You’ve just found the world
Of between

Mor`inanna Eaglesong © July 13, 2009