In fairy dust described, a path’s emblazoned air
to welcome those whose mystic steps engage the fair.

To mortal eyes that place is but a house of dust
suspended there beneath the sky’s emblazoned air.

Forgetting chains of flesh I cried into the sky
for beauty captive held in trust engage the fair.

With wing of gossamer and touch submit my trust
within a crystal palace of emblazoned air.

Bereft on waking, sorrow made me fit to die
abandoned whim of fairy folk without a care.

This memory is precious as the dawning sky
but Iggy warns others that danger’s ever there.

© G. Burns 9-Dec-2012