Fairies

There are fairies in the garden
the primrose tells me so.  
foxgloves too confirm,chiming  
bells on their steeple stems  
rung by hungry bees and hoverflies.  
I  never meet or see them  
perhaps one day I shall, but  
I need no proof. Life cannot be  
without their guardian vigil.  
 
The crow and gaudy Jay chase  
finches as whispering  
fairies keep them safe.  
There is a corner by the fence  
overgrown, unkempt, hedgehogs  
nestle in the leaves, winter nights  
no threat, I see them now and then,  
say hello, but the fairies  
keep at distance,I hear their games  
gossamer veils on moon lit nights,  
friends tell me these are spiders'  
but I cannot believe. . . . . . .  
 
Happiness has no rational source;  
my magic world secure to share  
with those who can believe.  
Smile or laugh,but I know  
foxgloves will bloom next year  
and primrose too,calm and still,  
No turmoil disturbs  the air,  
same as last we met,  
I hear the gentle waves  
join in your delight  
buoyant at your side,  
as we swim the summer lake  
flesh combined . .shared, discrete  
not to wake the pigeon  
cooing love as we.  
Across the waves  
we  hear summer thunder  
retreating from the morning sun,  
glory in the yellow light  
solos joined in bliss  
duet now and unison.  
Hold the moment close,  
relax, thoughts entwine  
wallow once and again ,in  
the balm of mind and soul,  
drink of the crystal lake  
quenched and satisfied.