Faire Friend
(In the Realm of Gloriana, I)
Faire friend! --Well met again.
Hast been a year? --
Or only yesterday we met here midst the revel?
Well met again,
In any wise!
How fare you?
As a visitor again?
Or has a part of you become a native to the realm
Of Gloriana?
No matter, friend --
We are all travelers here.
This world we here inhabit is illusion,
And in a trice may change or disappear.
That is the way of it -- and it is faire.
Each year the sacred celebration calls us here
To meet our fellows - merry meet
And merry part
To merry meet again --
To ply our trades,
To barter and commission and receive,
To weave, to paint, to carve,
To form from formless mind
A manifest to market.
Each year we revel and we move
Together like the threads of Great Faire's tapestry,
Which then at end
She will unravel
To begin again.
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