Touched by the fairies in the night

when all our bars are down,

images of a peaceful reign

pour into mind.

In this sight

we catch a glimpse

and then think,

of all the possibilities

that really might be.

Smiling faces, flying through the air,

on wings multi-coloured and fair.

Discussions met with a hug,

aggression only a memory

linked with thugs.

War becomes a game

to remind us all, that

ultimately, we're all the same.

Thinking becomes heavy,

so we stretch our faces

up towards the sun,

to clear the mind,

and have some fun.

Spirits no longer anchored in bodies

dance with such free movement.

I wonder why we don't,

play more with the fairies

awake in the day.

It is far more real

than foggy hearsay.

For we're all touched by the

fairies in the night.

The scent of it lingers

in the reach of belief;

DO YOU THINK YOU MIGHT?!....

© Sara Smerdon