If Fairies Were Real.
I want to wear sandals, and a robe, and be taken out of this world
In the times when night fades into day, or winter to spring to summer
In the times when there is sappiness and in this deep affection and where in love, we are whirled.
I want to ride upon the wind, and run upon the scruffy tides where I am a newcomer
Life is no life without little things from which big things grow
So, I want to be still, to listen when the earth is singing
Where I can only worry about my left eyebrow
Where I can hear no amah mope and no bairn whining
I want to go with the one I love and not have to calculate the cost
I want to be a teapot, to blow steam over their faces
I want a place where I utter, and get no riposte
Where life is life and no varmints run apace
When I picture double-tongued snakes, and a thorny hedgehog
And ornamented rocks hug, speak and sit by the nursery fire
I want that to stay forever, I want to die agog
And all along the walls at intervals, picking elms, hollies and then a flowery briar
I want to ride, dine, lie and die in the air.
But if only fairies were real, my dear flawless Felicity
Ah, who would care about authenticity
I have a fairy wife, with whom I will oust my actual eccentricity
She is the heart of the storm, she is an alacrity
My heart is asunder, for I have lost my virility.
I have a fairy wife whom I do not know, but if only fairies were a reality.
Dunca9n 