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24.04.2005.

Fairy Song

The moonlight fades from flower and tree,
And the stars dim one by one;
The tale is told, the song is sung,
And the Fairy feast is done.
The night-wind rocks the sleeping flowers,
And sings to them, soft and low.
The early birds erelong will wake:
'T is time for the Elves to go.

O'er the sleeping earth we silently pass,
Unseen by mortal eye,
And send sweet dreams, as we lightly float
Through the quiet moonlit sky,
For the stars' soft eyes alone may see,

And the flowers alone may know,
The feasts we hold, the tales we tell:
So 't is time for the Elves to go.

From bird, and blossom, and bee,
We learn the lessons they teach;
And seek, by kindly deeds, to win
A loving friend in each.
And though unseen on earth we dwell,
Sweet voices whisper low,
And gentle hearts most joyously greet
The Elves where'er they go.

When next me meet in the Fairy dell,
May the silver moon's soft light
Shine then on faces gay as now,
And Elfin hearts as light.
Now spread each wing, for the eastern sky
With sunlight soon will glow.
The morning star shall light us home:
Farewell! for the Elves must go.

Vile
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Stranice

VILE & VILENJACI

Vile i vilenjaci pjeuse potiho.
Osmijesi im sjaje na licu poput zlacanih zvijezda.
Vjetar se poigrava s njihovim kosama dugim, mekim, svilenim. Haljine im se obavijaju oko tijela... kao zmije oko svoje zrtve.
I stezu ih. Stezu ih sve jace i jace. Osmijesi izblijede.
Zavlada muk. Vila i vilenjaka vise nema. Kroz cijelu sumu odjekuje rijec, tiho kao lopov svima se uvlaci u srce i krade ono najvrijednije.
Ono jedinstveno, ono nase jedino. Krade snove i vizije, krade zelje. Krade ono sto jesmo. Svi postajemo isti. Razlike nema.

U vrijeme ono, kad ljudi bijahu dobri, a vile njima pomagale polja žeti, travu kositi,
korov plijeviti, stoku hraniti, kuće graditi, tuge nije bilo, jer svuda su vile pomagale.
Jedno je bilo srce svih ljudi, jedna volja, jedan običaj, jedan zakon.
Ali ljudi iznevjeriše vile, pastiri zabaciše svoje tambure
i svirale, pjesma je
utihnula.



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