Fairies in My Garden at Night.

Sitting alone in the quiet of the night,

Moon and stars are the only light,

I breathe in aromas of my beautiful garden.,

and try to relax once more.

Suddenly, shards of shining light,

are visible down near the gate,

I think I see lilac, pale blue and pink,

So I sit tight and I just wait.

Imagine my face as the colours get brighter

though the shades are still pastel and gentle,

I´m looking at fairies, gliding about,

my heart and my eyes nearly pop out.!

The heady aromas, the sounds of the crickets,

and FAIRIES tiptoeing in ballet like slippers.

I can hardly believe my eyes ,

What a magical, calming sight.

Satin and lace and a pert, tiny face,

turns toward me with grace,

This is no dream, this beauty serene,

A fairy´s waved magic upon me.

Was it Gold Dust that seemed to pass over me?

Fairy dust maybe, or silver. It cheers my sad heart,

lifts my spirit so high, I know I can make a new start.!

With tears in my eyes, I say ´Thank you.´

No one believes in my visit from fairies,

Yet argue they´ll not with ´New Me.´

A song in my heart , a smile on my face,

The morose, depressed soul, of her there´s no trace,

I´ll sit here again tonight with the flowers,

Waiting and hoping the fairies will come,

And if they don´t, content I´ll still be,

for last night , their job.... It was done.!