Post by keith on Apr 8, 2021 8:27:33 GMT -5
The road stretched out in front of us forever and a day
In and out of river banks where angels sit and play,
Everywhere the waters flowed there was a different land
That seemed to hold a magic door they never understand,
Yet now and then when echoes burn beneath the evening sun
there was a trace of Whitby lace so wonderfully being spun,
Angel’s distant magic chatter seemed to sprinkle through the trees
As the daylight’s subtle colours made the twilights shadows freeze.
The magic door would only open to the innocent of heart its key
So the faeries and the angels knew their visions they would see,
The magic door swung open to the angels and their friends
The chosen ones of creation’s innocence really had no ends,
When their spirits sang as they completed their own sacred song
And the magic door would open for in their hearts there was no wrong,
As they entered into their haven they were wrapped in the silk of prayer
There really was no church more special as they sang god’s praises there
Down the winding crystal staircase, were angel pillars white as snow
Hung with shining garlands of forever with their soft celestial glow,
And in the centre of their haven, lay fairy dust of scintillating hues
That all came from the fairy dance, adhering to their crystal shoes,
Their deep bluebell cups were filled to the brim with star meshed wine
For the fairies danced the night away in their own unique design,
Then at the stroke of dawns delight the magic door opened again
For the angels and the faeries, there was no real need to explain.
They flew off softly into the heavens of their never ending days
Their dawn looked down and smiled at them in her time honoured ways,
Incredibly she still knew their names from far off scattered times
And also she knew that they were honoured in life’s celebrated rhymes,
Then the sun painted scattered faerie dust in oh so many hues
In meadow green, in floral pink, and also in so many blues,
In those softly wondrous moments, angels and faeries went on their ways
For the angels and the faeries all created oh so many special days
In and out of river banks where angels sit and play,
Everywhere the waters flowed there was a different land
That seemed to hold a magic door they never understand,
Yet now and then when echoes burn beneath the evening sun
there was a trace of Whitby lace so wonderfully being spun,
Angel’s distant magic chatter seemed to sprinkle through the trees
As the daylight’s subtle colours made the twilights shadows freeze.
The magic door would only open to the innocent of heart its key
So the faeries and the angels knew their visions they would see,
The magic door swung open to the angels and their friends
The chosen ones of creation’s innocence really had no ends,
When their spirits sang as they completed their own sacred song
And the magic door would open for in their hearts there was no wrong,
As they entered into their haven they were wrapped in the silk of prayer
There really was no church more special as they sang god’s praises there
Down the winding crystal staircase, were angel pillars white as snow
Hung with shining garlands of forever with their soft celestial glow,
And in the centre of their haven, lay fairy dust of scintillating hues
That all came from the fairy dance, adhering to their crystal shoes,
Their deep bluebell cups were filled to the brim with star meshed wine
For the fairies danced the night away in their own unique design,
Then at the stroke of dawns delight the magic door opened again
For the angels and the faeries, there was no real need to explain.
They flew off softly into the heavens of their never ending days
Their dawn looked down and smiled at them in her time honoured ways,
Incredibly she still knew their names from far off scattered times
And also she knew that they were honoured in life’s celebrated rhymes,
Then the sun painted scattered faerie dust in oh so many hues
In meadow green, in floral pink, and also in so many blues,
In those softly wondrous moments, angels and faeries went on their ways
For the angels and the faeries all created oh so many special days
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
