Where Is She?

Where is she,

the fairy of the night

who lands on the tip

of my nose

and whispers wishes

while I sleep?

 

I know she often

spends her time

among the trees

with the pixies

as they plan

on where to next

sprinkle magic.

 

Smiles I can’t stop

because somewhere

between these leaves

there is a miracle

they left just for me.

 

What a world it would be

if they went away

how I hope

that I never stop

my belief

in their wings.