TINY ANGEL

A tiny angel of delight
Fluttered in the autumn night.
A wisp of stardust for her light,
She dallied at the window's site.

With her fingers in the dew
upon the window' pane,
She left a message for a heart
she hopes will feel the same.

"To know a fairy fond and true,
Leave your message by the dew.
Write a poem for me someday,
I'd love to read what you might say"

In the morning, at the dawn,
Long sense hath the fairy gone
But her note fell under eyes
Of such a man of human size.

Carefully he composed his poem
to please the fairy there,
Each word in perfect harmony
that such an angel share.
He placed it in the window pane
that night in hopes that she
Would read the thoughts of his warn heart,
per chance she might agree.

For nights the poem stayed by the glass
As nothing new the darkness casts.
Each night he sent a prayer above
That, somehow, this waif of love

Might come to visit once again
his lonely window pane
And at last, his wish fulfilled
the fairy finally came.
She read the poem most carefully
and smiled her rosette lips
And once again read the poem
at her finger tips.
"I know you are of magic
but still of my delight.
I know you'll be the sweetest thing
to ever meet my sight
For we are both of loving soul
and if you might agree,
I wish sometime in autumn's chill
you'd come to visit me."

Upon the window sill she napped
while waiting for the dawn
Through what seemed a lengthy time
but wasn't truly long.
The sun peaked above the golden trees
that lent their leaves to air
And soon the man awoke again
to see the fairy there.

Gently then he upped the sash
to see the fairy clear
And marveled at her beauty then
and whispered in her ear.

"Please sweet fairy of delight,
awake and tell me. true.
Do I please you half as much
as I am pleased by you?"
She giggled and swing about,
her wings in flutter dance
Then whispered back to the man,
"Is this then called romance?"

The man said, "I know not of this
but here in morning's light
You are the image in my heart
and beauty in my sight.

The fairy bid him closer come
as higher rose the morning sun.

"I am that which you made of me
within your heart and mind
And though we may share a love we are
of different kinds.
But still your heart has called to me
and I cannot but stay
As long as you wish me to
in your own special way.

Should came a time when you no longer
share my happiness,
On that day I shall be gone,
with sorrow I confess
But fairies exist only while
they're loved abidingly
For fairies are, my lonely man,

much more then one can see.

END

EPILOGUE

Measure not how much you love but how much you are loved by others.
from; The wizard of Oz.

 

~Robert E Browne~