In a spectacle of color her wingsradiate through the streaming sun.And are drawn on the open landscapeproclaiming a new day has begun.Her silken dress of delicate lacecloaks her pale white skin.A crown of strawberry blond curlsunfurls from the spring wind.Sandals protect her sensitive feetfrom the hard and stony ground.Resting on a mossy rock or fallen treeor on what ever can be found.With a wave of her wand she changeswhat was a plain and empty field.Flowers bloom and quickly she is goneso her presence is not revealed.She knows that what she does is goodand tries to do all that she can.For the splendor of new life calls to the souland awakens the spirit of man.April's message is life from deatha miricle within it's self.Impossible to buy this kind of treasurefor it is beyond all earthly wealth.
I read everybody elses and realized mine was, more or less, telling more or less. I felt it was time to be deceptively honest. I wasn't being evasive, it was just what I thought is is, but it was not not. Being cute sometimes isn't pretty, but I was reminded of the importance of petty things, and this wasn't one of them. There are real quality people on this site and I am honored to be among them. With my words I hope you become as touched as I am, some already may be. As for the rest I love you any way and hope all your hours are happy ones. Keep being kind to others, one of them may be me, and may your reality be as your dreams...
On the edge of sleep, I lie in waitA soft breath, you soon will makeAt home in shadows, of night times restHere you have, become my guestYour steps are soft, but still I feelEvery move, you can't concealI want not your love, nor your heartOnly that, most hidden partAnd when too late, you do see meNo place to hide, no ware to fleeA shiver of fear, has taken your soulThe darkness now, has swallowed you wholeFrom the black, you feel my touchUnable to deny, of that want so muchNo longer behind, the shield of dressNo more defense, from my caressI breath in your scent, your sweat tastes sweetI hold you close, to feel your heatGasps replace, your beckoning voiceSubmitt to me, you have no choiceInto my eyes, you passionately stareTo the edge, I leave you thereMy secrets, you will never learnBack to me, you shall returnMore of you, soon will be mineIn lustful frustration, so devineBack in sleep, I lie in waitFor that soft breath, and you to take
I've posted just a few of the sights seen at the 2006 Sproutwood Fairy festival in Pennsylvania. Sorry I lost last years.If you can, try to attend, it's always alot of fun. Go as you are or as you want to be.
A small story I found a long time agoWhen and who wrote it, I do not knowOne small minor change to fit this siteTo all a happy Easter and a fairy good night. Once upon a time there was an nonconforming fairy who decided not to fly south for the winter. However, soon the weather turned so cold that she reluctantly started to fly south. In a short time ice began to form on her wings and she fell to Earth in a barnyard, almost frozen. A cow passed by and crapped on the little fairy. The fairy thought it was the end. But, the manure warmed her and defrosted her wings. Warm and happy and able to breath, she started to sing. Just then a large cat came by and hearing the singing, investigated the sounds. The cat cleared away the manure, found the singing fairy and promptly ate her.The moral of the story1. Everyone who craps on you is not nessarily your enemy.2. Everyone who gets you out of crap is not nessarily your friend3. And, if you are warm and happy in a pile of crap, keep your mouth shut.
