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Sleep to peep by a broch’s loch-side Ride a moonbeam dream Sprinkle stardust sighs A rainbow’s arch, sway the Milky Way Through the highland hills Where the fairies play. Through the deep kissed mists, missed bliss Look! A heather-clad bold stag With a wide-eyed stare By a peat bog crag. ‘Twas a deep dug line circling endless time Where the fairies came to play As the sun set low, cast a gold-tied bow Fire-flies Ghostly pearl-white glow Violet, velvet fluorescent wings Butterflies flutter to and fro For the fairy dance is true romance Incensed flowers forever flowing grow. Little people! Tall ones too! Fat ones! Thin ones … and … ‘Ooh’ some that flew! WOW! The MacCrimmon Pipers blew and blew For to turn their cheeks to a purple hue Skip fandango ‘do-se-do’ Spin left, spin right and pass on through! Fly up, swoop down pixie Picts spin around ‘Tis the fairies ceilidh on the spring-bound ground. I began to dance for to take a chance As the fairies laughed with glee And I fell around on the soft peat ground A clumsy clown’s lost fool’s decree. In a peat bog crag At the edge of time Shooting stars carry dreams away For the night was long, ‘sigh’ a lost tale’s song Wave to weave, woe the magic wand. The sun peep-creep to cross the sky For to climb and fall each day Yet the sun stands still and always will ‘Tis the earth that spins to sway. I awoke … and slowly rubbed my eyes … Was it a dreamer’s dream, dream free Ah! No! … Tiny Foot Prints! ‘TWAS! A broch’s loch’s fairies ceilidh. |
