Fairy Dust
What dream is this that flaunts itself
Before my clouded eyes?
Misty phantoms that disappear,
Hands grasping empty air,
Sparkling light across the stage,
Elusive... beyond all comprehension.
Teasing and taunting me to the brink of insanity!
I must find a way to make you real.
A driving need to claim you for my own,
To know that you are more than a fantasy
Beckoning me to another world
Filled with happiness and truth,
Vanishing from my sight in a flash of light.
This dream casts a doubt upon the one who dreams it.
Give me hope of finding that fairy dust,
The magic that will make you real enough to touch .
Sheri Whitlock
2003