Laughter heard in the dead of night,
deep in the forest one could see a faint light,
drawn to the shadows of the wooded glen,
an enchanting gathering takes place here every now and again.

Creeping silently in the dark,
the crisp air, the smell of aged bark,
one glance and it's clear,
it's the pixie's time of year.

One large circle of mushrooms in a meadow,
broken twigs laid out, making a dainty shadow,
spiderwebs laced around flowers and leaves,
now the faeries crawl down from the very tall trees.

Translucent skin, they're white as snowflakes,
swiftly moving as each body awakes,
they greet each other, kisses on the cheek,
each one with their outfits, looking very unique.

Pale skin giving off a faint glow,
not one of them looking above or below,
all concentration on right here and now,
no limit put on the laughter they allow.

Bare feet glide through the dewy green grass,
their eyes burning bright with each song as they pass,
the dancing seems to go on forever,
their rhymes are so funny, so tricky, so clever.

The most mystical thing one could lay eyes on,
the dancing faeries from night until dawn,
no more joy in the world could ever be seen,
than with these pixies twinkling eternally.

It was a cold day,
overcast with a few rain showers here and there,
I picked you up from Penn Station,
dragged you to the subway steps,
led you down the tunnel, onto the train.
You asked me where we were going,
I wouldn't let you in on the secret.
One train. Another train...
You saw the last stop and knew
right where I was taking you.
Coney Island.
You looked from the sign,
then back at me,
your eyes lit up right then,
a smile crossing your face,
you knew i'd been trying to get you there.
We took the long train ride,
Manhattan to Brooklyn,
a quiet ride,
we enjoyed each others silence,
only feelings left to feel.
Finally pulled into the station,
'Mermaid Ave.' read the sign,
our kinda place, this was our time.
The boardwalk was practically empty,
on this cold and windy day,
everyone taking shelter from the rain.
I led you to the beach,
the sand hollowed from the drops that fell,
you looked at me doubtingly,
asking with your eyes,
'how will this help?'
I pulled off my green sweater,
you looked at me in shock,
threw you a smile,
off with my boots,
you stood there,
watching me undress,
not knowing what to do,
not knowing my next move.
I was down to my bra and *******,
goosebumps covered my flesh,
you laughed at my pale skin and it's contrast to the sand.
I ran over to you,
lifted you up,
you started to scream when you realized,
every intention of mine was to get you into the water,
the salt that is so addicting,
just like your name on my lips,
you made me set you down,
and so that's just what I did.
I ran into the water,
screeching the whole way in,
you laughed at me,
stopped abruptly,
knew that I was reminding you
of who you used to be.
I watched from the water as you stripped down,
you came running after me,
tears streaming,
not a sound.
You waded right to me,
stopped face to face,
I pulled you in my arms telling you everything'd be ok.

That's you out there,
completely exposed,
lying sprawled across the double yellow line,
trying to keep it all together,
but you've already lost control,
your eyes are empty,
they lost their light,
I can see the dismay,
what are you doing to fill the void?
The cars may come,
their lights will shine,
they won't stop to help,
they won't see you,
it's too dark and so are you,
their tires will crush your body,
you won't be able to take the weight
and then you will be nothing.
You can't just lie there hoping it will change,
get up, move,
it's your life,
don't let it waste away.

It's just me and her,
how funny,
what a joke,
sticking by your side
to get the **** end of the stick.
How uncomfortable,
have you told her this?
Have you told her that
I'm the one who wants
more than this friendship?
What a joke,
what a ******* joke.