In an opal dream cave I found a fairy: <br />Her wings were frailer than flower petals, <br />Frailer far than snowflakes. <br />She was not frightened, but poised on my finger, <br />Then delicately walked into my hand. <br />I shut the two palms of my hands together <br />And held her prisoner. <br />I carried her out of the opal cave, <br />Then opened my hands. <br />First she became thistledown, <br />Then a mote in a sunbeam, <br />Then--nothing at all. <br />Empty now is my opal dream cave.<br /><br />Katherine Mansfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-opal-dream-cave/
