Once The Dance of The Fae|
Once I ran across the sands,
To glimpse a faerie moonlight dance,
To watch them in their faerie glory,
Dancing, chanting, old songs and stories.
Once is one time,
But can last a lifetime,
As I stood by with wondering eyes,
To see the magick work through the
Once I stood there on the sand,
Watching the Fae folk weave their dance,
Their folklore of long-ago romance.
Once is enough,
My eyes were closed as the
sun came up,
And the Fae had gone to where no one knows,
But the sands were strewn, with their
I went home and told no one,
Of what I'd seen when there was no sun,
But memory is
sweet and that I know,
That once I saw what Fae never show.
by Eryn Young