Come Away with Me

Come away with me to the fairy wood

hear the sound of contentment in the brook

whispering to the breeze, whirling leaves,

dogwoods bending, giving shelter

secrets hidden in the shadows and hollows of trees

still alive with scents of earthen memories and treasures left,

surely meant for us to find.

Build a tiny hut with sticks, wildflowers and moss to thank them

and they will come. 

Come away with me…I will guide your spirit

learn again to see the light of the sprites and elfin faeries by trusting

the heart of the child in you

who knows these secrets though you have forgotten..

Follow me! they call us

turn and follow,

turn and listen to the owl calling those not seen

to gather and dance with you in the sacred mystery

in the shifting light and shadows of the forest

you are not dancing alone.

Sophia

With Anita Joy,

a fairy

Author’s notes:  This poem is dedicated to Ken Carey, an Irish friend and author who helped initiate me into the mysteries of Greenwood Forest in Missouri when I lived there. He is still an inspiration to me from the other side, through his channeled books “Return of the Bird Tribes,” “Vision,” “Starseed Transmissions,” and others.  His unique voice and lasting work lights the way for so many of us in understanding our connection and belonging to a marvelous world and universe beyond our imaginings.