Fairy Dust

A sparkly night sky has magic in the air.
Glitter hangs in a head of shaggy brown hair.
He has a curious, mischievous look upon his face.
A silly boy's grin
Held high and mighty on a Friday night.
Shakespeare's sonnets held in one hand,
The thief of his fairy wings giggles,
Flapping them,
Letting fairy dust sprinkle over her head.
Fair dust contains secrets of magic,
Kinghting the silly
and crowning the giggly.

 

Copyright © 2000 by Skylar Bayer