by Beth Gaboury

Created on: July 08, 2011

Twas nighttime that befell the land
Cloak of midnight a sheltering hand
Stars above twinkled in their indigo sky
As the creatures of night flew way high

I woke from a lazy, deep sleep
I wondered what the clouds did keep
As I stared at the full moon above
Came spiraling down was a thing white as dove

It danced with a grace unmatched by all
It was beautiful, dainty, slender and tall
Did my eyes deceive me on this magical night?
Or was that a faerie floating into sight?

I opened the window to offer it stay
But without a glance it went on its way
And still sometimes when I look at the sky
I shall see little faeries dancing on high

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