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They were tutting at us, yet covered by hands Our mothers hid smiles as we charged through the lands. For miles you could hear how we laughed out with cheer As spring sun burned cheeks and our filled shoes with sands.

In our hunt for the fairies that lived in the flowers We were told to take care as small seeds fell in showers. They had stories they told of these children of old That the fairies had captured and kept with their powers.

“The fairies,” they said, “were an unpleasant lot With sharp teeth and claws and they kept what they caught.” Not like in tales where they danced in their vales And knew to keep hidden whenever they’re sought.

We laughed at their nonsense, “How silly“, we said As we left the tall grass to play chases instead. If we startled at plants or the movement of ants We shouted, “The fairies are just in our head!”

Our mothers just laughed and still smile at their joke When we let out a scream or small frightened choke. Forgiveness was slow, but our mothers, they’d know All’d be forgot when, next day, we woke.

One day, I had vowed, I would never forget For that day, you’d appeared after so long apart. To see you, the would seemed to stop and to start. How…lovely…you’ve grown from when we last met.

You’ve appeared like the fairies who danced in our dreams; A vision of beauty too great to behold. If before you’d just shown, then you glittered like gold; Your eyes lit with laughter like moonlight on streams.

And yet, still you’d act as you did as a child, You still laughed and you’d twirl with no sem’blence of grace With your hair fallen loose in front of your face Like autumn leaves, curls tumbled all tangled and wild.

Ten years, I believe, yes that sounds about right. We were young when you left, when we said our goodbye. I’d held you so close and we’d let ourselves cry Then you’d left me alone on that early spring night.

Where you had gone, I would wonder each year. Our time in my mind was far from precise, Faded by years, for time, that’s the price. That time, grey with age, I had once held so dear.

If spring’s young in life, and summer’s the peak Then there’s beauty in autumn that I see in you. Like the calm we all need at the end of the week, Autumn soothes the spirit all the way through.

Time does not test us, it ages instead, It grows just as we grow, sees both death and life. Acceptance of time and seeing ahead Is how you stay happy, my beautiful wife.

Tell me now as your hair shows whispers of grey Was it not your soul with which I fell in love? Do you think now I do not feel the same way As you cast up your prayers and your threats high above?

Your beauty’s been touched but marred it is not, Each day you grow fairer! Why don’t you agree? At your smile I still melt, in your eyes I am caught. Is it clear just to me? Only I who can see?

With each day and each year you grow stronger in mind As your wisdom and wit rivals all whom you meet. Yet arrogant you’re not, every deed done is kind And your beauty of soul dazzles all whom you greet.

Can you hear me, my dear? You’ve been sleeping all day. I’m sorry I woke you, I’ve missed you, is all. I can’t stay here as long, hours are shorter today I told you before, or don’t you recall? Stay still, my dear love, let go of all thought Let nothing upset you, your fears are for nought.

Remember I said once how time does not fight? It stays with us always as though we were friends? Now, that I‘m left in diminishing light I can see what I missed, good things too must have ends. It never occurred I’d, one day, be alone Yet so clear it is now our time’s on loan.

I would never, of course, dare to say this aloud I would never be cruel, you would still stand your ground You still have that spark which still makes me so proud; You make your view known without making a sound Though your face lacks its previous, rosier hue. One day more, just these words I shall utter to you:

Perhaps this is selfish, perhaps even wrong But I’ve suffered without you one day far too long You’ve forgotten the great many quests we’ve been on Our mem’ries, my treasures, for you are all gone Your eyes, the same shape, the same colour and yet How diff’rent they are from when we first met Your beauty and face have both wizened with age And now tells of a tale you can’t put on a page And your soul, my dear heart, while your count’nance grows dim

Let’s go back to the time when our dreams were a dare We were happy young things with no burdens to bare We met dragons and elves, what great battles we fought Such mem’ries, such joy! That cannot be bought

A dove from the heavens, golden light dancing off it’s wings, moving as it did, and dispelling the shadows from the place, flew down with this purpose. Each being barely a shape, most mere thought, some true evils.

It spun slowly, gracefully, the rays reflecting down with each movement but most of all, and most importantly, it landed on one spot.

In my mind, I am wild, I live just to breathe. I run for my freedom, I yearn for the strength.

I fight for all life, I fall for all love, I dream of adventures I wake up; they’re true.

In my life, I am not. I live for myself. I listen to orders, I thrive in my cage.

I take in the beauty I mourn when it’s lost; I do not move on. I sleep to escape.

Life’s an experience Not many will share, Not many dare try; To live life is rare.