Silver he was,
With skin like a razor blade.
Thin as a blade
Was the shadow his body made.
Stretched out and flat
On the grass
Was the Love we made,
Oh, so long ago.
Silver and flat
Were his eyes when he gazed at me.
Gazing through moonlight,
And deep summer haze at me,
Stroking my fingers
And whispering ways to me,
Oh, so long ago.
Writing me letters in blood
On green blades of grass
Carried to me by bluebirds
Through a fairy pass
Into the glen
Where I slept ‘neath a mushroom cap
Oh, so long ago.
Love, Love
that was what he was to me.
Stitched in red letters
on pink fuzz for only me.
Dreaming next summer
blue ribbons would tie him to me,
eternally.
Once a bouquet of wild flowers
He gave to me,
Daffy-down dillies, and clovers and daisies,
Attached to a note,
Said “I’m going to war for a year.”
Signed with a tear.
Soldier he was
Whenever his way was paid.
Robert E. Lee
Knew that fairies are strong and brave.
Paid them with tin-foil, and buttons,
And ribbons of grey,
One for each day.
Brave he was,
With hands like two razorblades,
Slicing and spinning
Through fields where the Yankees lay,
Finally falling
From the sound of a cannon too near,
Next to his ear.
Brought back to me
On a coffin of Elder twigs,
Covered in daisies, wild Roses and Holly sprigs,
Wrapped in a pink flag,
With two hearts stitched next to a moon,
Meant for next June.
His face was uncovered,
So I could say bye to him,
Moonlight shone crazily
Over his silver skin.
Bluebirds traced hearts
In the breast of the sky
For my Thame,
That was his name.
Why, why, why did Thame die for me,
Slowly drift up to the clouds
and the sky for me,
Carving up rainbows,
To build me a home in the air,
When I’m down here?
Some, some, some day I’ll find him,
I’ll cut off two pieces of Ivy to bind him,
The silver skinned fairy
who died in a war fought for men,
Will live again.