Please, why should I believe in Faeries
When they have stopped believing in me
And why are the trees, just made now of wood
Not spirits that they once would be
Why are dreams just wisps of smoke
When once they were strands of gold
And why oh why is love so frail
Leaving nothing left now to hold.
Give me one more dream to dream please
Give me one more hand in my hand
Give me one more love in my life please
Before I leave my dust in the sand.
Paintings and poetry. 