They Come In The Night

Sometimes they come to visit us, those creatures of the night
but they’re not fearsome creatures from whom we quake in fright,
they’re merely from another place – our long-forgotten home.
At times they like to visit when they get the urge to roam
and they leap across mighty the barrier that isn’t there at all
and dance out in the wild places where shooting stars do fall.
They dance among the moonbeams, they watch the dewdrops grow
and listen to the Elven song ‘bout all that flowers know.
Then, when we’re all tucked up and sleeping in our beds
they sneak into our houses and they dance around our heads.
They sprinkle stardust in our eyes to help us in our dreams
so we will know deep in our hearts all is not as it seems.
So if you think the world’s a mess and there’s no hope at all
just go to bed and rest your mind and hear the Wee Folk call.
Then maybe, in the morning when you awake and rise
all the pain of yesterday will be cleared from your eyes.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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