The castle stands above the moat
the castle lies beneath
dreaming in the gentle ripples slowly.
half shadowed tall and straight
stand veiled in magic silently bequeathed.
Deep behind the castle dreaming
stirring in the trees
blossom fairies dancing in the moonlight.
Waltz the colours of the rainbow
sing their song of whispers
scent the air with blessings on each breath.
When silver dewdrop scattered daisies
cast enchanted auras
while harebells chime a spell of pure delight.
Pale pink petal fairy dresses
drift on lilting water
when once again the castle lies beneath.
Elaine P Morris (c)