Fairy Dance
A fairy girl once came to me as I slept or so I thought. She took
my hand, and drew me up whispering secrets I had sought. Oh,
heart of hearts, love of loves, dream of dreams, Why am I
enchanted so, lost in these starlight streams?
Can I be a mere person? A mortal lady? Is it true? I feel so much
like a fairy, and I wish to dance with you. She examined me more
closely sprinkling dust into my hair, You're not so different
from me, you know look closer if you dare.
My eyes, can you see in them the little fairy girl inside? Can
you come and hide and seek with me? Give me a piggy back ride?
Don't talk, just quietly listen and I'll tell you something
sweet! When you walk this close to a fairy you suddenly lose your
feet! Just let it happen, don't be afraid, there's nothing here
to fear, I'll carry you on my wings, sweet friend you don't even
have to steer! I'll show you many secrets here, the things we
hold so dear. We only share these special things with ones that
will truly hear.
Look down now at the world below doesn't it make you want to
laugh? They think they know it all... but they really don't know
half. We are the real ones, the special fairies and the elves We
can choose to be real or to sit there, glass trinkets on their
shelves!
Such foolish ones, the humans thinking we are only from a silly
tale I fear for them, you know. They do not know they're doomed
to fail I caution you, my friend, not to speak of this magical
place For if you do, your enchantment will die! We will disappear
without a trace!
I flew with her all night, it seemed and treasured all there
shown I awoke the next morning feeling so strangely aware of
places I had flown Remembering in secret, my midnight flight
enchanted by a fairy queen, Never telling a soul, I am blessed to
return to places I've never been
Now and then, she still visits me happily flying around the room
Sometimes I see her hiding deep inside the mushrooms She giggles
in her childlike way calling me back to her land of the wee I
wonder sometimes, if it is only a dream or is it true that she is
me?
Copyright 1997 Judith Williams
