Smiling ever so sweetly
A quick wink of the eye
She opens her palms slightly
And lets the dust fly

Mind you this is not pixie dust
Nor dried mud from a troll
But the finest of fairydust
That could ever be thrown

It seeps through the crevices
To the pages within
Playfully and knowingly
Lands on a poem with a grin

If your one of the fortunate few
Then you know what I mean
Because what has landed on you
Is the love of her dream

Your heart it does soar
As her dust lifts you up
Sparkling among the words
The magic of fairydust