Soul Alive

What is this that fills the air? The faeries that glow, that seek my lair.Roses and thistles’ kiss for today's smile. Maybe the taste of willow wine has short blooms of silver and gold,which glow in natural grace.Things so cloud-driven do thunder at pace. Airy worlds, as sleepy as ice, with threads of lace twine and sing,in orchestration's charm,as sound bringers of the dance slumber. Through sunrise I found that I am the soulmate of nightly dreams.Maybe this pace of age tells you to sing, as daylight calls majestic fireflies to blare their trumpets tune,to nature's relevant stall.Be seen,between the good days and nights of monthly strides to charm.Sleep thus on haystack straw of sleepy pillows,within this word play driven yarn.