Fairies

A lyrical poem about fairies

In the hush between heartbeat and breeze,
where moonlight slips through the ribs of trees,
they gather — soft as a secret kept too long,
threading the night with a silver song

Their wings hum low like a lullaby spun
from dewdrop dreams and the dying sun,
each flicker a mutter, each glow a sigh,
little lanterns that learned how to fly

They sip from the cups of unopened flowers,
counting the slow, invisible hours,
braiding the dark with glimmers of gold,
stitching the stories the daylight forgot to hold

A laugh — barely there — like a petal’s fall,
echoes through roots no map could recall,
and if you listen with more than your ears,
you’ll hear their footprints in ancient years

They dance on the edge of what can’t been seen,
in the secret spaces where magic has been,
and leave behind, for the waking dawn,
a shimmer that says: they were here…and gone