Pixie Dust


When I was a child
I waited night by night
Standing by my window, while gripping
The edges of my bedpost

My eyes glued to the constellations,
Waiting for stars to fly towards me
Their tails igniting, like halos
Around the silhouette of a fairy

I would race back from the windowsill
and reach under my pillow
ensuring my tooth was still there,
then watch the stars again

The twinkling of fairy wings was vivid
The shower of stars illuminated my bedroom
The chime of bells ensured
That it was all so real

But now I see that the sparkling of stars
Can never reveal fairy wings
Those wishes I could have had
Those adventures I would have taken.

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