A Legend as of Old

I spin words into gossamer threads of gold

I’ll lead you to a world of tales as yet untold…

Catch me a moonbeam, catch me a star

Catch a scent of spice from lands afar

Find a fairy-flower growing in a dream

Find an elven-wizard lurking by a stream

Hear a magic melody, a spell in every note

Hear a dragon’s dying roar near a castle’s moat

Feel the wind catch in your sail and fly before a storm

Feel the heat of hearthstone fire in homely houses warm

See the dark clouds tear and throw their rain upon the ground

See a child, lost and frightened, smile when he’s found

Hear the keening of the wind and wonder what it says

Hear the cries of greedy men with conquistador Cortés

Smell the feast a chef concocts for you, a royal prince

Smell your kitchen Christmas Eve, if you get a glimpse

Taste the wine of pure delight in far-off fairyland

Taste of nectar, silver-sweet, drunk from elven-hand

Learn the sorrow life can bring, the way the sun grows dim

Learn the love that makes it right – so the sun shines bright again

Wander freely in a world of wonder and of light

Dream until the day is done, and long into the night.

Then, come back from your adventure

Snuggle in your bed

Tell me what you thought you’d find, and what you found instead.

And once you’re fast asleep and wand’ring in the realms of gold,

I’ll put them in my pen and write a legend as of old.