October 9, 2007
Taylor Syn-X,
Friend of the faery king,
The time approaches,
For us like pirates,
Fireflys!
To dance and sing,
Maybe we can make fire angels,
And burning rings,
Giggling loudly,
Making petrol bling bling,
Or heartbeat moving,
Healing,
In an altered state,
Precious and sacred to those like we,
But where and when?
And how?
Do we meet,
And celebrate birthdays and other things
I do wonder,
As I do wander through the crowds,
How magickal friends such as you,
Fall to Earth,
Through the warmth of mother's womb,
A Star Child, you,
Of Indigo Blue,
Bringing light to a world sometimes dark and full of gloom,
Of our friendship I am most pleased and, yes, Mama Bear's proud,
I do so miss you,
Often looking for your smile in the crowd,
Indeed I do,
Namaste,
The Faery King
