Across the forest floor we dance, a celebration of forthcoming change.
As if  the local fairies are pursing us.
Those fairies cannot catch us.
Destiny predicts, we would be forever trapped.
Dwelling eternally  in fairyland, ne'er again to spy the light of day.
We whirl and we twirl in private pirouettes of sparkling light.
Electric heels, spirits charged.

We can see them, but as yet, us they cannot see,
There hides a tiny electric blue fellow,equipped with fragile wings, beneath the old oak tree.
His head be cradled in his hands.
We know not why, tonight however, no attention to us mortals hath he given.
The opposite side of the standing oak we see a minute fairy lady, her wings be folded, she is curled as an infant.
There be no signs of life from her.
We comprehend the distress of our elfish friend.
As mortals with hearts that beat we sense his pain.
Filled with sorrow for this little chap.
And still he sits.
We can hear him cry,
He doesn't become perturbed by our presence.
Gesturing to us to join him.
He trusts us.
His lady caressed between my warm hands.
Her wings unroll slowly.
A stretch,
A yawn her life revived.
The fairies danced along with us.
We four flit as fireflies glowing in the darkness upon this winter's solstice night.
(C) Livvi