Gates of Fairy Land

Not all the things we out grow are imaginary.

Two ash trees stand, slim and tall
All twined with crystal flowers
A pegasus and unicorn
Graze in that forest bower.

The ashes’ branches curl and twine
To make a forest door
And through that gate, shimmering,
A land beckons me once more.

So many pass the ash tree gate
And never see a thing.
They cannot see the guardians
Nor hear the fair folk sing.

Not all who live through that gate
Have hearts both kind and bold.
Some have heart black as soot
And faces bright as gold.

I’ve traveled there many a time,
And had many a stately feast
And many a harrowing tale to tell
Of monster, man, and beast.

As I grow older year by year
It’s harder to get through
The Master tells me it’s almost time
I will have other things to do.

But one by one, others come
To learn in fairy land,
And fight the terrors threatening
And see the joy first hand.

So stand by the gates of Fairy Land,
Where giants guard the door
Enter in the tales we tell
And see what none has seen before.

Dreaming in Plot