Faeries' Dawn

• Stephanie Long, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2014

Slivers of moonlight are falling to floors,
Where mounds of old moss hide mystery doors;
While cold stars of ice gleam under the sky,
Ferns murmur secrets and lonesome owls fly;
The world is dreaming and yet so alive,
Under the branches they still sing and thrive;
Hanging dewdrops like lanterns, they can see
All that, enchanted, is hidden to me—
But under the moonlight nothing can stay,
And the stagnant night now heralds the day:
Passing the message in a cool green breeze,
For the birds to stir and awaken the trees;
The morning in all its radiant lights
Spreads wings of sunbeams down over the heights.