faintly, yet clearly,
it dances through the air –
a song of silver bells

aloft on soft breezes
apple blossoms jitter
carrying tiny passengers

magical laughter rings
leaving mere mortals spellbound –
wings flutter closer

gossamer and silk
catch morning dew –
dreams cast aside

elegant frailty
colours with dawning day;
still lost in midnight play

tiny fingers stoke
sleepy flames – sunrise
over misted mountains

boundaries evaporate
as you step on grassy shores –
voyage to Tír na nÓg

hornet steeds and drifting leaves
lull knights of valor
to restless dreaming

a hand outstretched
lifts you into new existence –
eternal youth in ancient eyes