nightlife – 20 September, 2010

i do believe in fairies,
and dance the night away.
we fly and chase the raindrop dew,
until the break of day.

when the moon is high and lit,
the nightlife comes alive.
be careful where you step, my pet,
for jesters gone awry.

the queen on heightened glory soars,
‘fore iridescent eyes.
her praises ring melodious charms,
from gentlemen in ties.

the courtiers’ prancing waltz
erupts in trumpet cries,
children gulp down chocolate malts,
and want no beddy-byes.

and so begins a fairy scene
as from the days of old,
when children were entranced by such,
and the stories were retold.

so when at next you see a gleam
of diamond in the brush,
know the joy of fae and queen,
is whispered with a “hush!”