by Don Blanding

Don Blanding

I don't suppose I'll ever see
A wood fairy slipping down from her tree
Nor hear the pulsing pipes of pan
Although at times I swear I can.
Or see the moon nymph’s dance at night
And yet perhaps ...I might.

I watch the waves break on the rocks
And in between the thunder shocks
I think that I can almost hear
The mermaid sirens singing sweet and clear.
I don't suppose I'll ever see
These things that mean so very much to me.

But if I watch by night, by day
You cannot tell
Perhaps I may.

Last updated November 17, 2022