A voice calls to me in dreams if only I could open this mind to all of the fairy tale legends enchanting every meaning softly memories flow remembering back dreaming as a young lad. How magic the old Celtic tales were wishing I was in the thick of it even thinking back they would all make magical movies they would bring magic to children's eyes even adults would enjoy. Taking everyone into a different realm where butterflies are fairy princesses chariots with their beautiful colors waltzing in a cool summer breeze. Sailing into the glen among'st heather softly blossoming all shades flowering to the softest pink also lilac to purple gently whispering winds carrying her moaning sad romantic tales whistling through the trees Over the ages white dots on a soul breathless rings around loves beauty peace under the hawthorn bush dreaming within petals of you my love the fairy princess becomes queen.