Into the late wee hours of darkness
when all is fast asleep.
Tiny luminous fairies
in abundance gather and meet.

Past the midnight darkened thicket
and under a star studded sky.
In a small opened moonlit clearing
they twirl and dance and fly.

Their iridescent magical dust scatters
airborne and very soon.
It will leave every thing sparkle and glisten
under a lustrous full moon.

In a strange peculiar language
they chant, what a joyful sight.
Only those with the purest of dreams
may get the chance some night.

To have a peek of this secret place
so foot-loose and fancy-free.
This place being what ever you wish
Truth, Legend Or Fantasy.

Elizabeth Ann Bushey©
December 30, 2005
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