A Faery Heart

So long have I,

Who loves the sky,

The earth, the rain,

Who wonders why,

They return no love the same.

Can I not be

Part of the sea,

The fire the earth,

Daughter of faery,

Beloved by the breath of birth?

Dare I say,

Dare I pray,

For life and love

And light of day,

To seek guidance from the moon above.

A faery heart,

A faery heart

Is what I long.

To be made of art

And born from crystal song.

To be free,

To be me,
In my home

Beneath the trees

That I was born from

To be old,

To be cold

Yet so blazingly young.

Forever told

In the legends that are sung.

To be fair,

To be ne’er

But mischief vile.

To lovingly care

With a face so guile.

To be grown,

To be known,

And not known at all.

To be there

When all the stars fall.