Poetry ~ When the Fairies Sing

You kissed me under the stars the night the fairies began to sing. 

Then you strapped on your guitar and I grabbed my tambourine. 

We jammed all night with the fairy sprites
and we danced a jig till the morning light. 

We were drunk on song and merriment
when the sun came up and the fairies went

back to their safe enchanted wood. 
And we fell asleep right where we stood.