Pixie Dust

The feather woke me from my sleep She giggled as I tried to brush her away She brushed the feather at my feet Giggling “come and play, come and play” I poured myself out of bed The glow from her wings glooming my way “We finding pixie dust” she said “We finding pixie dust today” Her wings fluttered by my ear Her sweet scent flooding my nose We climbed through the window, to the garden near To her home under the red rose The garden was awake with whispers and cheer The full moon giving it an eerie glow The others had started, I could hear Where they hide in the day, I would never know She led me to my tree stump at the side Four of them brought a rose cup to my lips Their fluttering wings cooling the sweetness that was inside I drank the sweet nectar, taking it in slow sips We played and hunted for the sacred prize Gathering pixie dust till their tiny bags grew heavy We stopped when the sun began to rise Sigh, did I just dream of my beautiful fairy?