The Wishful Winds

Faery’s know
A road to the winds
They tell only few
Which way to go

Past the river flow
They say to you
Into the sun
Is the path begun

Through a needle’s eye
Past a crooked nose
Into a sacred hearth
Is the way to fly.

Underneath the back stair
Into my mind’s eye
That stares into the future
And begins to wonder

The Faerys say
This is where most falter
For into our minds
We begin to wander

Instead of sinking
In that wishful sea
That breathes our soul
As winds of Faerys.

And by this sea
With the Faerys
And wishful winds
Reside future memories.

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