Journey Home to Deep Forest

Journey Home …

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Dappled sunlight dances happily in the deep forest,
As I joyfully and carefully walk this journey home,
For, there I belong, where peace reigns and birds sing in chorus.

I walk among trees and shaded ferns, seeking the veil,
The veil that once was always so visible for us,
It leads to the land of the fae, just follow the trail.

The trail is ancient, it is long since faded and faint,
Yet there are many signs I am surely on the right path,
It is a familiar knowing in my soul, and so quaint.

Sunlight makes the maple trees look like they are on fire,
Subtle sounds now begin to be heard, I stop to listen,
And from somewhere I believe are the notes of a lyre.

Everything I see, all around me, now looks more ancient,
Excited, I shake and wiggle, hear the faerie giggle,
I sit and rest, I want to hurry, but, must be patient.

There is such beauty and peace in this calm quietude hush,
It would be easy to stay in this spot, yet I must go on,
The longing to be back home is so strong, yet I shant rush.

The long journey home to kin is a pattern in my soul,
Every one born behind the veil knows this within,
So to find the way home if lost, even if long ago.

A changeling I was, placed in the cradle of a babe that died,
In the middle of the night when the mother slept so sound,
The babe’s mother loved me and I her, when she passed I cried.

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Changeling placed in the cradle by the fae.

Three days early I began this walk, for I shant be late.
I have grown old, like my beloved human mother did,
I know my kin will greet me with open arms, yes, they wait.

Many years did I wander, over far lands I did roam,
To learn the different ways of humans in their world,
Till it was time and I was ready to find my way home.

I am very old now, like a human, weak and weary,
Just one more step and I shall gladly pass through the veil,
To spend my forever and live the ways of the faerie.

My home land is the most beautiful I have ever seen,
There before me, my kin, all of the fae gathered to see,
As I am returned to youth, healed by the Faerie Queen.

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© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns

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Phyllis Doyle Burns

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I have always liked to write.It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. Thank you for visiting.
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Phyllis Doyle Burns

I have always liked to write. It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. Thank you for visiting.

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