sexdrugsandpurplehippos:
Dreaming of fireflies last night
She felt happy just to be
Witness to a faerie flight
An enchanting sight to see
Their color was astounding
They shone yellow, like the sun
Fluttering in sky, abounding
She loved them, everyone
Flying pixies, lanterns glowing
Each one, a wish fulfilled
Part of her, aware and knowing
They could only stay until
Slumber’s hold grew weak and frail
Forgoing magic for the dawn
When the night begins to pale
Firefly faeries are all gone
Within their realm, but for a time
Where rules cabbages and kings
Entertained by her own mind
She, too, had faerie wings.
