Poetry Of The Heart

In Good Hands


David cried for hours, each and every day. No one really knew why… he wasn’t one to talk about personal issues. Those who knew him had no clue, and most thought him to be a bit odd, a loner, one full of emotions; that he was just too soft, and really needed to ‘man up’. They didn’t really know him, though.

It’s too bad, for they may have learned a thing or two about life and love. You might be wondering how I know his story… A young man I know shared it with me; he felt like the story needed to be told, to set the record straight. The following story is true, no matter how far-fetched it may sound; whether you choose to believe it is entirely up to you.

David had been acutely aware of the mystical world since he was very young, having been visited by fairies and taken on journeys into other realms. He learned early on that it was pointless to discuss his adventures, as no one believed him, and he spent so much time in psychiatric hospitals and in counseling sessions, his childhood was very abnormal.

He learned to keep his mouth shut, yet continued his relationships with the fairies and more. In time, he was considered “cured”, and a great poster child for the psychiatric community. He simply outsmarted them, but it took years of living hell for him. Nothing more was ever said, to him or by him, about any of that past as he grew older. He had fallen in love, however, with one of his fairy playmates… and their love grew.

His world, of course, did not even believe such nonsense, and her world was very apprehensive of his kind, yet their love was growing, more and more over the years. The laws of the universe only allowed for one visit per day, either between midnight and noon or noon and midnight, and the time was unlimited during either of those periods of the day, up to twelve hours. Seemed like plenty of time for them to share each others company, yet in reality, it was quite restrictive.

One of the details was that if either of them spent more than the allotted time, the following day it was forbidden to visit. His fairy love’s name was Andrina, and eventually, they could not restrain their passion for each other. They made love, and yes, their passion carried them through midnight to the next day, and that following day was the longest either had ever experienced… From that day on, their time together always seemed too short, and their good-byes were painful, each and every time.

There was something else, too, that weighed heavily on them… Andrina was soon to be with child. In the realm of fairies, when they become pregnant, it is obvious in the first week. There is an unmistakable glow about them, from head to toe, and no amount of covering can contain the glowing. Of course, the fairy realm was well aware of this situation early on, and many discussions were held regarding what the two had done.

Many of David’s visits to Andrina were spent in their high courts, mostly listening to speakers on the subject, about the effects and ramifications of their creation. During these times, the memory of his childhood came back to him, and such times were difficult for him.

Fairies were with child for only three to four months, and the birth of a new fairy was not like the human birthing. The child fairy was nurtured only for two days before able to stand on her own two feet, and within a week they were able to carry on similar to the human world six year old, in fact, this is when they were encouraged to go out and explore.

Anyway, the fairy world embraced David, eventually, and accepted their child with loving kindness. They named her Grace, and David called her Gracie. She was beautiful, and it was obvious early on that she had mostly fairy qualities. Are you getting the picture now? David cried when he was home, in his world, separated from his love and his child… at least half of every day. He had no one with which to share his plight, other than his lover.

Do you know what happens to fairies when they get old? Neither did David, not in the beginning. He found out soon enough though. When a fairy has a child, her cells change dramatically internally, and their aging process speeds up. Andrina was aging much faster than David, and soon it was evident to him, to the point where Andrina had to share with him her fate.

When fairies reach a certain age, those who have given birth, they must fly up into the sky on a full moon night, never to return… they become stars in the sky. So, yes, David had much reason to cry, don’t you think? But that’s not all…


Following Andrina’s voyage of the stars, Gracie and David shared their moments together, still within the same limitations. So David would spend as much time as possible with her, and he put on his best positive attitude during those times.

His worst days were usually following the times he would hold her in his hand and give her a beautiful flower… she so loved flowers, just like her momma, and those moments just filled David with such a sorrowful joy. He could barely contain the tears when they were together, imagine his heart when they were apart… Yes, he spent hours, each and every day… crying.


Oh, the young man who shared this? He was the one Gracie visited in his youth… and she shared everything with him, but that’s another story.

" A Fairytale Story "

The

Frog

Prince

Once upon a time , many years ago, there lived a king. He had many beautiful daughters. And the youngest one was very lovely, and even the sun was surprised to see her when he shone on her face.

Near the king's castle lay a dark, gloomy forest. In the middle of the forest there was a fountain.

One day, the king' s daughter went into the forest when it was very hot. She sat down on the side

of the cool fountain.

Then she began to toss a golden ball in the air, and catch it. It was a most interesting game to her.

Once, however, the king' s daughter failed to catch the golden ball. It fell on the ground, and rolled into the water.

The princess followed it with her eyes, but soon it disappeared. The water was very deep and she could not see the bottom.

Then she cried aloud, and began to weep. Soon she heard a voice. It said, "Why are you weeping, princess? Your tears can melt even the stones!"

She looked around and saw a frog. He was stretching his thick ugly head out of the water.

"Oh, there you are, old waterpaddler," she said. "I am crying for the loss of my golden ball. It has fallen into into the fountain."

"Then weep no more," said the frog. "I can get it for you. But what will you give me if I fetch your plaything?"

"Oh, I will give you anything, dear frog," she replied. "What will you want----my dresses, my pearls and jewels, or my golden crown?"

"I don't want any of them," answered the frog. "Your clothes, your pearls and your jewels, or even your golden crown, are nothing to me. I want you to love me, and let me be your companion.

I'd like to sit at your table, eat from your golden plate, and drink out of your cup, and sleep in your nice bed. If you promise me all this, I will dive down into the water and bring up your pretty golden ball."

“Oh, yes," she replied. "I will promise you anything if only you bring back my ball."

But she thought to herself that a silly frog like him could not be fit to associate with mankind.

The frog believed the king' s daughter. He dipped his head under the water and dived to the bottom. After a while he carried the ball to the surface, and threw it onto the grass.

When the king' s daughter saw the beautiful ball, she was full of joy. She took it and ran away as fast as she could.

"Wait, wait," cried the frog. "Take me with you! I can't run as fast as you. " But the young princess would not listen to the frog's croaking. She ran to the palace as fast as she could, and soon forgot the poor frog. So the frog returned to the fountain and remained there.

The next day, however, when the princess was sitting with the king and eating out of her own little golden plate, she heard a strange noise on the marble steps outside. Then came a knock on the door, and a voice cried, "Lovely princess, open the door for me. " So she rose and went to the door.

But when she caught sight of the frog, she closed the door and seated herself again at the table. She looked quite pale. When the king saw that his daughter was frightened, he asked, "My child, what is at the door? Has a giant come to carry you away?"

“Oh, no, Father," she replied, "it is no giant, only a very ugly frog."
“A frog! What can he want with you, my daughter?"

"Ah, my dear father, I will tell you all about it. Yesterday when I was playing with my golden ball by the fountain in the forest, it rolled into the water, and because I cried, the frog fetched it for me, and 1 promised him that he could come to the castle and be my companion. I thought he could not get out of the water to come to me, and now here he is."

Just then came a second knock on the door, and a voice cried, "King's daughter, king's daughter, open the door for me. You promised that I could be your companion when you sat in the shade and 1 fetched your ball from the bottom of the fountain."

"Then, my daughter," said the king, "you must keep your promise. Go and let him in at once." So she had to go and open the door, and the frog hopped in after her.
When she sat down, he cried, "Take me up by you." She didn't want to take him up at first, but her father told her to lift the frog onto the chair by her side.

When he was placed on the chair, he jumped upon the table and said, "Now, push your little golden plate nearer, and we will eat together." The princess did as he told her, but everyone could see that she disliked it.

At last he said, "I have eaten and drunk quite enough, and I feel very tired, so now carry me upstairs into your little bedroom. Let's sleep together."

When the princess heard this, she began to weep. She was really afraid of the cold frog. She could not even touch him, and now he wanted to sleep in her neat, beautiful little bed.

But the king was displeased at her tears, and he said, "Don’t despise the frog. He helped you when you were in trouble."

Then she took up the frog with two fingers, carried him upstairs and placed him in a comer of her room.

In the evening, however, when the princess was in bed, the frog crept out of his corner and said to her, "I am very tired.

Lift me up and let me sleep in your bed, or I will tell your father."

When the princess heard this, she got very angry. She seized the frog in her hand and threw him against the wall. She said, "You will be quiet now, i hope, you ugly frog."

But as he fell, how surprised she was to see the frog! Because the frog had changed into a handsome young prince with beautiful eyes.

Afterwards the prince became her constant companion, and at last her father gave his consent to their marriage.

The prince said to her, "I was changed into a frog by a wicked witch, so 1 had to live in the fountain. Only you could release me. No one else in the world had the power to do so.”

The young prince told her that when they were married, he would take her to his own kingdom. So on the wedding day, a splendid carriage drove up to the door.

It was drawn by eight white horses. They had white feathers on their heads and golden harnesses, and by the side of the carriage stood the prince's faithful steward, Harry.

This faithful Harry had been very unhappy when his master was changed into a frog. His hear almost burst with sorrow. So he fastened three iron bands round his heart.

The carriage with the prince and his bride quickly drove away with Harry behind. Harry was full of joy because the spell on his master had been broken. Soon they heard a loud crack.

Now the prince knew nothing of the iron bands round his servant's heart, so he cried out, "Harry, is the carriage breaking?"

"No, sir," he replied. "Only the iron bands round my heart are breaking because I am so happy to see my master traveling back to our kingdom with a beautiful bride."

The prince and the princess never forgot faithful Harry.

（The End）