The dawn that lights again a new day’s hope,
Bright rays of sunlight cutting through the gloom,
A rosy sunset comforting the heart,
Or moonlight laying down its silver bloom;
The glory of a billion stars that shine
Amid the swirling clouds of fiery dust,
The galaxies that dance their slow pavane,
A dying star’s last life-creating burst;
The candle that says grace over a meal,
Soft lights that glow through curtains down the street,
The leaping golden flames upon the hearth,
The light of love in eyes that fondly meet;
These are the lights of Faerie to my eyes,
Not twinkling gems or pots of cold, hard gold.
No magic from a wand could warm my heart
Like these, surrounding us from days of old.