Faerie Magic

My favourite theory
is silken winged faeries
with dust made from moonbeams
and glitter of stars
that come, late at night,
with pass keys of light
and sprinkle, on my dreams,
how lovely you are.

Or teeny, tiny elves
who appear after twelve,
tip-toe up to my ear
and whisper your name
but, however it’s done,
now you’re the only one
who I long to be near;
who lights love’s golden flame.