Where dreams grow strong

They dance and jump, adorned with wings;
their hearts inspired by Circle’s rings.
We’ve gathered here to revel spring.
Our muse has come. They dance, we sing.

From varied path, and sundry way,
now gathered here among the fae,
with joy and love, we skip and play.
This is how we welcome May.

With lines in hand, we trill our song.
The air and earth will sing along;
The dew and flame come dancing strong.
To grace and glee, our hearts belong.

Atop the pole, follow the weave,
A wish, a dream, things to conceive.
And when time comes that all must leave,
in magic lands, they do believe.

And in their homes, across the miles,
throughout the season’s coming trials,
they labor long, and yet they smile;
their joy, it makes the land fertile.

It’s not just for the lands, you know.
It’s not just soil where good things grow.
Within your heart you also sow
the seeds of life with your love’s flow.

May 3, 2010 \ Photo attribution