I talked with the queen of the fairiesAbout my dream the other day.

I talked with the queen of the fairies
About my dream the other day.

Here was her answer to the question I posed
What do you believe it meant.
Who do you believe was the one that stood beside you.

My answer was it was someone of the low court
Someone who has a kingdom as well. I spoke also with the King of the Fairies
About my dream the other day.
Here was his answer.
If in your heart you believe her court and your court Are One
Then invite her to the court of dragons.

If you believe that your court and her court of Dragonflys are

one.
Then invite her to spend another day in your court.

I danced with a fairie at the grand ball.
I did not know her name.
I stood under a crystal moon
I dared not ask her name.

Standing beside me in a gown of gossamer silk
Roving around in a chariout of fire.

Who was this maiden who asked me my name.

I wake up every morning with some one more to thank.
I woke up this morning with really one question in mind.

If I am a prince of fairies of the low court
Who is this princess of fairies of the high court I saw.
Her mother answered that the prince and princes rule the low

courts

My father answered if you would like to rule the court of

dragons with a mate. Choose wisely my son.

I gifted her with a sword of black stain ebony.
I caressed her hair with a shell made of solid jet.
Her lips glisten with the blood of a fire moon.

Who was this lost maiden. The same one I woke up to yesterday?
Who is this lost princess. The same one I smiled at before.
What was the world I was in.
Where was the unicorn to answer the question.

Why underneath me allowing me to ride on the wind
Why beside me keeping past as I kiss the sky above.
Why all around me as the world opens up to the other world.

I am the one of the dark princes of the seelie
I am one with the love that we bring to this realm
I ask that my name be forgotten
I ask that it never be pronounced.
My name is one of few that shall be said only with a kiss.
My fathers name was once spoken this way.
The ground opens up and blossums in a garden of such love.
The river flows freely with the life of the one lost love.

Who in your life do you wake up to. Is there still fear in her

eyes. Who is your life do you sleep against. Is there love in

her voice as she drifts off to sleep.

I have been kissed by a fairie. I have been kissed by a dragon.
I rule along side one the land of dragons.
She rules the lands of dragonflys
one other rules the lands of the lost.
She holds in her hand the cards of time.