Ode to Springtime Fairies
The last of the gentle breeze rushes through the strands of my hair
As it transforms into the pitter and patter of rain drops on my forehead
Causing the warm rays of sunlight to seep into my pores
While the blossoms’ fragrance intoxicates my mind;
Dragging me to the very place I was forbidden to venture
Drew drops spackle the warm green, green grass,
As the hues of the flowers collided together
Deeper I travel into the forest of unknowns
Where stories are told of fairies’ giddiness and pleasures
Time is nonexistent as I venture even deeper into a world I shouldn’t be
Whimsical music and fragrances tantalizing to the senses drags me nearer
The universe falls on top of me when vines ensnare my feet
As if tumbling to the depths of Hades
I glaze in a daze into the eyes of a godly creature;
With bright blue eyes, hair as black as the night sky,
And wings of glimmering stars
The world starts to transform
While I lose all sense of time;
My heart speeds faster than a shooting star
Each moment I look into his bright blue eyes,
I stink deeper into the very depths of his soul
Knowing an eternity I will stay
So the stories are told.