A Lady Makes Magic Poem by Tom Billsborough

She leans on a wall,
Which is completely green.
Her mouth is open
And she recites a sweet verse.
And when I approach her
She touches She a stone in the wall
And a door now magically appears.
She beckons me in and at once
I am dazed and seduced
By so many an exotic perfume.
She smiles and she sings
As she dances like a ballerina,
A dance quite sublime,
Along a pale path that leads through the trees.
In a state of stupor I follow
And we come to a hollow
Where elves in green bonnets
Sit on their red toadstools
And the fairies are dancing in circles,
Singing sweet melodies
While the pink blossoms
Flutter down from the tall almond trees.
I stay there a while
In that enchanted clearing
Until it is time to leave.

"Can I return? " I ask her.
"Ah, yes, my dear, " she smiles.
"But how shall I find you? " I ask.
"Oh, you cannot find me
But I can always find you
As long as you have faith
That what you have seen is true.