Fairy Dust

My dear sir

It appears you have taken up residence in my neighborhood 

On the very street where my hound and I walk daily

You picked a quiet virginal lane

Secluded but for the occasional car and the few pedestrians avec ou sans les chiens

The denizens who discovered this hidden urban gem 

Who tiptoe through its celestial silence 

Lest any noise attract unwanted attention

And you sir dodge the world in

this perfect utopian refuge

Your splendid hideaway at the side of my silvan path

Each morning I pass the faux French farmhouse where you bide your time

Working on whatever clever project occupies you

And as I linger for a singular moment

While the hound sniffs out her compatriots then leaves her own message

I glance to the upper window and glimpse you at your endeavor

Certainly you see me for I sense recognition

Yet despite the possible outlet from your burdens

The opportunity to leave your concerns

You do nothing but remain deep in your mind

You fain familiarity as anathema to your being

I shan't wave

I shan't knock

Instead I speak to the nymphs and sprites who reside in the quiet lushness

Pleading for a tiny furor

An enchanted fairy dust storm

Of golden lust

And rising silver passion

But instead the hound finds a morsel

Pulls on the lead

And we walk on

©kcasady2014

Hound

My dear madam

I often look up from my work and out the window

And through the early morning haze of golden fairy dust

See you glide by my hideaway from whence I view the quiet green road below

My sylvan refuge shields me from all wandering eyes but yours

The big hound catches my attention

as she prowls along the lane 

A tall blond with long legs

Somewhat resemblant of her companion 

Elegant and free

Bold in her nuzzling 

Shy with her glances

I see you briefly look toward my window

But your focus is the hound

A magical rapport as you move in unison

Matched in repartee 

Spellbound as if intoxicated by an elfin elixir

And you walk on

But I note a tiny glimpse over your shoulder at me

I nod but you've no notion of my small acknowledgement 

Lost perhaps in the light reflection of greenery against the pane

©kcasady2014