And as I learn I'll share with you the thorny rose still fresh with dew, where faeries weave their webs of thought and sprinkle them with words they've caught. I'll stand there listening to the winds and kiss the Spirits that they send. The feathery touch of aerial ones. Sweet muses of the midnight sun, whispering words of softest wisdom, caressing us with gentle freedom. I'll share with you all that I learn, and then one day twill be your turn to hold the rose still fresh with dew where faeries wait for me and you. Image and text created by Susan Isabella Sheehan “Art Is The Perception Of An Altered Reality©” Copyright 2008 Surreal Digital Artist™ I invite you to visit surrealdigitalartist.com