A prayer for the fairy sits in the wind;
From my whispers the words are thinned.
She floats on high waiting for its arrival;
What the prayer speaks could be truth or survival.
Only when it arrives to her glow;
will she know, and so go, on to the great show.
Wishes you’ll be here with me; give joy to melody.
Wishes we can share song pleasure of song; throughout the day, night and all along.
Wishes you will want my words and self; bringing days, weeks, months and years of health.
A wish is a terrible thing to waste; so here it goes without haste.
The breeze sails after light dimmed; wishes tied to the wind.
ACTON28: AGAINST THE FLOW OF TRAFFIC 