I noticed a strange sight.
At first I thought snow flakes,
But knew the season is too warm.
Then I thought leaves,
But knew the season is too young.
I took a closer look,
And was amazed at what I saw...
Faries dancing in the wind.
Never before now, have I believed.
Nor do I believe what I saw.
But there they were.
Dancing and singing.
Playing and prancing.
One came to me.
She was beautiful.
Beauty you only see in your dreams.
And she spoke.
In a tongue I've never heard, yet understood.
Told me of a time of happiness.
Of a life that is soon to be.
A life that I only imagined.
The tale she told, she said not yet born.
But I remembered from days of ol',
Stories from the old,
That are now just myth.
She told of love.
Love made from wishes and rainbows.
In my mind I saw every picture,
My heart held onto every word.
She bagan to sing songs of peace.
The others came closer, all singing in tune.
More beauty than I ever knew was before me.
I began to weap with sorrow.
They smiled at my sadness, and carried me to my bed.
Soothed my worries, and stroked my egos.
I sighed with content, and rapidly I slept.
Only to wake with such a surprise.
That none would believe, but those that knew.
You were beside me, stroking my hair.
Kissing my chin. It was then I believed.
That the Faries were there.
Not only as reminders of beauty and song,
But of the love we will feel as the days roll along.
Kristy Lozanski copyright � 2003