Lights out.
Night covers me, faint light gleaming from the street,
I snuggle deep into my covers,
seeking the best point of warmth.
Gazing half-aware at the filmy curtains
letting my mind drift
into the shadows of not-sleep and bare wakefulness,
and my eyes close on their own.
Drifting
deep into lightness, floating on a current
which takes me to a place no waking person can go.
Finding there a place of unearthly beauty,
seeing there people dancing lightly
dressed in fantastic rich clothing
layer on layer of iridescence
that glimmers under a diffuse moonlight,
their feet make no sound.
Watching, mouth open,
standing on the edge of the dance,
I feel pulled to join them, and do,
swaying awkwardly with feet of clay--
how can I rival their unearthly grace?
Yet I do move, and find joy
bubbling like champagne;
drunk on it, I giggle
and a wizened sprite takes my hand
leads me deeper into the dance, so fast
yet I can breathe, for this is magic
and it buoys my mortal self.
On and on I go,
until and unheard sound tolls.
The sprite bows, and I shift
back, back to early dawn.
I wake and cry,
"Oh, it was a dream!"
then look at my covers to find
an unearthly rose glimmering,
a gift from my dance partner.

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IONE L. (zaneygraylady) - 3/13/2007 12:14 PM ET

beautiful

Jim H. (Pecos45) - 3/13/2007 2:35 PM ET

Fun to read. :)

Tina L. (fyrefairy54) - - 3/23/2013 6:45 PM ET

I love anything having to do with the Sidhe, the Fair Folk, or the Gentry, as the Irish call them. So, I wrote this as a tribute to those stories.

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