Secrets Found

Take a break, rest awhile

Put up your feet on snow white fur

Lean back your head, close your eyes

See the stories you might find

Elves and goblins, Kings gone blind

Fairy tales lay deep in mind

What good a King who cannot see?

Unless you find the magic well

Built by St Michael’s hand

All is well within his spell

Let the water cleanse all ills away

On crossroads built in ever changing time

One moment is all you need

For blind to see, lame to walk

When you wake, pick up your pen

Let us read the stories you found

From the magic of your mind

We will not judge with eyes still closed

Kind remarks will pen write back

For substance given to stir our minds

Old memories that come in time

For children who still stand and wait…