The
Night Land,The Fairy LandI come from a flower bud, that shapes my wing
I come when the moon is falling and the sun still isn't seen
My voice is like a whisper but still beautiful and sweet
I sing my songs of ancient lands that no one else has seen
I dance around the tips of trees and fly off into the night
......and as I tire I sit upon a lily flower
As the sun starts to shine through the clouds of the eastern land
I fly back to my world of magic and make believe
The warm rays hit the ground and another day begins
I lay sleeping waiting for night once more
So I can go out and play
In the land the humans keep captive during the day.
by Jacqueline Glover
Copyright 1999 per Jacqueline Glover
Permission given this site to use this poem May1999.