In my poet's heart lives a Sprite...who welcomes me
to share the magic of dreams from heaven born spirits
of her enchanting realm.

Such a tiny spirit who calls my name, and puts fairy dust
in my eyes...as she lights up my world, when she glides in between the lavender, where fairies like to hide...drifting
ever closer to fairydom, where fantasy is dispensed by the fragrance of the soothing,ever so sweet,lilac of lavender...
where-in color never fades, nor aroma disappoints the senses.

My little Sprite is the spark that glows, as she follows me everywhere...this vivacious, dainty of essence, who kindles
my whole being to enter the dreamland from whence she comes...to make wishes come true and everlasting, amid
streaming light beams.

Come with me...enticement of a Brahms' Lullaby...to enlist
my senses with the magic of the fairy realm...of being
forever young at heart, and singing to rejoice my re-birth.

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