the light and delicate
fantasy fairy sprite
to flutter about you
with airy steps
and float like a feather
into your arms
I do not scatter
magical fairy dust
in glittering shimmers about me
I am not the ephemeral dream
the lovely eternal bliss
found in the nectar of a fairy's kiss
for I am real
though faerie I may seem
the mysteries in me
are from far darker dreams
my flesh is solid and cannot fly
but within my spirit is wild and fey
the faerie in my blood
is as the soul of a storm
or a winter tree reaching to the heavens
as a wood nymph dancing in a windstorm
as a water sprite lashing through the waves
strong and primal
elemental fires burn within
leaping and living as dust never could
and feral senses are intense
as merging flowing kinships
flood into keen awareness
and life itself is deeper magic
than charms and bauble trinkets
or wisps of illusions
that have no edges
to seamless perfection
that is not there
I have the harsh edges of pain
that come with tangibility
and the haunting keening spirit
of the wind tearing itself in passions
as it shreds through reaching branches
I have the fierce instinctive desires
of a fanged she-creature
defending the young
or stalking gently
until unleashed on tender prey
to let it go again in freedom of play
I hear and sing as sirens call
and stars pierce my darkness within
impaling through the pale
and specteres dance with me
as I openly embrace
life and death and pain and pleasure
and accept the bittersweet
that makes my life the sweeter
more the fire and less the shadow
so know then faerie
that it holds both beauty and danger
that all is not trialless joys
that tears and sighs and soft caresses
sharing sorrows and pain
may hold more depth
than shallow laughter
to hold a mirage together
in delusional hopes
that filling desires with insubstantial visions
could ever fulfil
a wonderous faerie child
-Elise Dec. 18, 1996
