Lady Tinkerbell

Lady Tinkerbell has pixie dust and hides in a cage of trust

only those who she allows in does she barter her powder of gust.

Let the fairy be as she may, her work is never done in a day

she can’t help but be of her own beautiful and curious way.

She has so much love trapped under the scars in her heart

and with the lessons of her past much wisdom to impart.

So open her locked trust chart by navigating dashing cove

to gain her words and remember as you wonder life’s grove.

Her peace is vital, to her soul’s true survival as it is for all fey

little as a fairy or as big as a mermaid to hear what you say.

Her words get jumbled when jitters keep her emitters jammed

if mind space relay’s small static cache becomes fully crammed.

Loud noises and hostilities are modifiers to her anxieties activities

start with dimming lights and find pacifiers to calm her frequencies.

Walk soft and whisper, disable things noise cutting in air divides

and practice gliding through her world on your feets and strides.

She too is a native creature, immeasurably wise in this place you see

the woods grew around her people securing her connection to the tree.

With years your elder and time chasing the flee, respect her land

as she has learned to see deep into the footsteps of hearts strand.

Soft eyes of fey and magic tree tie, she sees fractals like a honey bee

buzzing into the hearts of us wild ones and who we are meant to be.

So, boggling mis-angled truths not or she will loose faith in plan

avoid loosing her trust at all cost as she is there to help if she can.

She opens up her precious fairy world and will offer you her hand

under her own will, in trust, outstretched, but not under command.

So fill it with respectful requests only when you have needs of urgency

and she will do her best to fill your world and heart with detergency.

Stress her tiny busy and unbelievably thin fragile wings not, as they

currently hold too much always buzzing away and can easily fray.

They are busy keeping her world beautiful and clean so remember

the strain they are under is her’s a lone, she needs no defender.

Her wings cary a load of yesterday’s strain and may struggle to convey

that even though those burdens are great she managed to fly today.

Follow her lead, those vibrant, dark; determined wings reach great speed

so keep up wild thing, respect and listen for her caution; take heed.

She knows about the pirates, Captain Hook, Mr. Smee, and of their band

she will tell you the amazing story how Peter Pan took Hook’s hand.

She will tell you of their ship that they hide their rum in, turned about

tucked, in a racing, rock shard vein, under this island’s bloody snout.

Tales of the frightening bangs of its guns, and the pirates toll,

all birthed dirty again to Hook’s control, as he consumed their soul.

His power…always more to fill their bowl.