In the dark and in the light
In candle flame and purple night
The beauty sleeps and fails to heed
The young man’s life of lust and need
What happens next is often sad
The want, the hope, the love so bad
And fluttering faery wings of light
Carry life and love and fuel the sight
With never a thought to what could be
If only love would call to thee
And wake the sleeper from her dream
To make the two but one to seem.
Love poetry is basically nonsense. Fueled by hormones and lust, dreams and assumptions, it is never real. It is only a vision, an apparition, and fools you into believing what could never be real. So why write it? Because it is in our nature, in our stars, to love. Just because something is foolish, or impossible to pin down, there is no reason to give up on it. That’s what the Paffooney faeries are for. They cast faery light on what you should never believe, but always, always do.