Flitting figures dart about in my mind-faeries- <br />an array of colour- a spectrum <br />formed by these small spectral beings <br />makes me ponder over their very existence. <br />Surely this is a hallucination, <br />it is far too perfect to be real. <br />Yet I still wish I could be amongst them, <br />flitting through the orchids and vines, <br />basking in the eerie glow of the moonlit lake, <br />gazing at the twinkling stars, <br />feeling the cool breeze gently flowing around me in caressing wisps. <br />All of this fills my imagination, <br />and encompasses my mind. <br />I long for the day when all is but a mystical dream.<br /><br />Rebecca Roeder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/phantasmagoria-of-faeries/
