of fairy dust and fireflies

i long for the first rays of silvery light
their touch the bearer of calm
that stills the storm winds with silent caress
and cools the earth with its balm

of fairy dust, fireflies, whispering breeze
refreshes the soul, rousing hope
with tender appeal the impulses stir
cool fingers that let you elope

into the blue of the midnight sun
with mischievous winking eyes
spurring you on down the long road that leads
to the oceanside where we rise

to meet the desires born in our hearts
our cherished enchanted dream
and frolic in gurgling waves that roll
forever, or so it may seem…

picture: http://xavierjamonet.deviantart.com/art/Mystic-night-134365606