Magic space, fairy glade

Tinkling bells invite you in.

When you find your way out

Time has changed while you were there

One day has passed while you were gone.

Now outside, you find

Ten years have passed, they thought you dead

So much has changed inside your head

Your speech is now of fairy tongue

No one can tell what you have said

No mother’s tears can wash away.

This fairy child is here to stay…

©Anita Dawes