As I drift on clouds of sleepiness, I see Fairies
dance within my mind.
Each one sprinkling stardust, sparkling with colors of
Wings of softest beauty take them all about my downy
While dreams of tomorrow, go flowing through my head.
Tinkling laughter trickles from their pouty,
Giving me much pleasure, as I caress them with my
Light flashing from their hair as a shooting star,
Each night they visit me, they come from near and far.
Sliding down moonbeams, shining through my room at
Making all my world at peace, with soft songs of
I cannot see them in daylight, no matter how I try,
But when I lay me down to sleep, they're there to sing
ŠNorma Marek ~ 4th June 1999
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