The Fairy

A feline fairy tiptoes into your life,
Perching on the edge of your consciousness
And whispering wee insubstantialities in your mind
As she caresses the corners of your imagination.

You stir softly awake to her musical murmurings,
Opening your thoughts to touch her delicate desires
And reaching outward to take her into your yearning heart
As her iridescent, innocent voice entices you to rise.

Your finger brushes one of her fluttering, feathery wings,
Causing her to whirl away in wary, watchful bewilderment
And terrifying her tears into tumbling onto her mild visage
As you silently, solemnly solicit her full forgiveness.

Her eyes widen and light from within at your words,
Making her fly far closer than ever she has before
And inducing her to settle herself inside your soul
As you sing sweet songs to put her slowly to sleep.

You study the sprite cautiously as she deeply dreams,
Marveling at her fragile fairness and stainless sincerity
And stroking her slumbering spirit with bits of poetry
As she snuggles further into the innermost part of you.

She startles you when she suddenly comes to life,
Stretching her tiny, tingling arms, legs, and wings
And piercing your heart while she tries to fly free
As you struggle to comfort and control her movements.

The fairy breaks away from your reluctant restraints,
Teasing you fully awake and aware in her fading magic
And leaving you with the sweet taste of love on your lips
As you try to recapture her essence on the edge of your mind.

Sandy S. (June 18, 1995, 8:26 P.M.)