Days Of Enchantment

Days Of Enchantment  - 

A poem by  Paul McCann

Fairies dwell under the enchantment .

Neither here or there they have been sent .

I had become enchanted myself ,

When as a child I was dressed in wealth .

The wealth of innocence made me shine , I could see hidden things that were mine .

They’re all around us everyday ,

where fairies and children often play .

Enchanted we can fly here and there .

Enchanted and we’re walking on air .

Enchanted within realms of light .

Enchanted you must keep out of sight .

When fairies dance through enchanted rooms with children who spent their afternoons riding on horses out on the tide with innocence saddled at their side .

As children grow the enchantment ends but fairies are still those absent friends .

They’re still around us everywhere

But our innocence has been stripped bare .

The wings that brought our enchanted shine have been clipped back by the hands of time .

But I still remember well those days

When we were happy in many ways .

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