The Faeries Call To Visit Poem by Bernard Kennedy

The faeries came to see me,
as I tried awake from sleep,
between doze and daze of morning
on curtained light does peep,
between day light and nightlight,
they called all once in three.
A happy handsome trinity.

In silken whitened cloth were each,
and leaning forward there,
they peeped and laughed at hazy unlit
thoughts. Aware of all things deep.

Their happy laughing smile had caught
my eye with side glance glimpse,
and leaning forward in their laugh
they beckoned in its light.
Not a dream of waking sight
nor a dream of middle night,
but caught between the sound of morning
early river flow,
as ebbing in a fresh stream
caught in light touched leaves.

They nodded each to one and beckoned with their head,
to come and play as if the garden field was mown.
The coppice and the meadow as a picture frame in view,
there eagerness to move was stirring strong.

I saw at first so slowly, how near their faces brushed.
against my sleeping brow.
And nearly moved,
so strongly was I drawn.
Their beckon and their call in light lit dawn.

There was no fear, but happy move, in this most playful call,
into coppice, and ameadow scene, of growing green and meadow lush,
one happy faerie showed. They could not wait much longer
nor dally in the daze. The sun was coming up.

They moved away and looking back they seemed of Angel light,
with happiness spread as if a carpet of a wedding
and end of sleeping night.