Whispers of the Fairy Friend

Today I sat on an old, worn bench,
And watched fairies leap from blade to trench.
The sun cast light on droplets bright,
So they could dance from height to height.

I watched them giggle, I watched them twirl,
Their tiny wings in sparkling swirl.
One saw me smiling from afar,
And stretched her hand like a shining star.

Down I kneeled, my finger near,
Her palm so small, her smile sincere.
She climbed my hand with graceful cheer,
Her glowing tresses floating clear.

With wings aloft, she flew to my nose,
Her tiny hands gave gentle prose.
I closed my eyes — her touch, my peace,
In soft caress, my troubles cease.

She blew a kiss, a hazy sigh,
And dandelions rose to the sky.
When I looked down, there she lay,
Whispering, “You’re strong; all will be okay.”

Each day, come back, her voice did say,
To heal my heart in this gentle way.
With careful hands, I placed her down,
Back to her friends in dewy gown.

I left the bench, though torn and old,
And dreamed of fairies, brave and bold.
For soon, I’ll return to their merry play,
To meet my fairy friend another day.

For those who listen between the lines.
Elaine Degro