The Sound of Stillness

The Fairies went from the world, dear,
Because man’s heart grew cold:
And only the eyes of children see
What’s hidden from the old.

Kathleen Foyle

 

The ethereal sound of stillness, perhaps

drowned out by the tinnitus of our own lives,

is a blessing upon us who pause and listen

and discern one from the other, hearing

the soft voices of Faeries, Pixies, Elf and Sprite,

the wee folk, the good people of the Faerie realm

born of our imagination and brought to life,

still waiting at the edge of our dreams,

connecting us again to everything,

reconnecting us to ourselves and to that world

we have created, that world, too,

in which we still believe.

 

“I really want [to believe in Faeries] … because we are battered by adulthood—by taxes, by loss, by laundry, by nine to five, be deceit and distrust, by the crushing desire to be thin, wealthy, successful, popular, happy, in love. All the while, we are walking on a planet that is disintegrating around us.”

Faery Tale, by Signe Pike