Inside a Private Gate (Somewhere in Fantsayland)
When I open a private gate,
Getting excited I can't
wait.
To step inside a wonder
land,
Everything at my command.
Velvet carpet, ever so green,
Atmosphere, peaceful, serene.
A touch of magic in the air,
Flowers blooming, everywhere.
Resting beside a silent stream,
Sunlight began to gleam.
Upon a fairy playing there,
Golden threads hung, for her
hair.
Haunting eyes, misty they seem,
Upon a rose, she did lean.
Watched her dance in fairy
land,
Her lover came, touched her
hand.
Strolled away into the night,
Embracing in the pale moon-
light.
poem by Heather Burns
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