As I sit in my old overstuffed armchair
          and watch the fire
                                       flames rising
                glowing
                         sparks flying
                                              throughout the room
                around me
enclosing me in a circle of diamonds
         light shining off them
                      as if they were fairies
knowing I was in need
                            of  encouragement
            feeling my problem
                     despair
and lifting me on their flight
               carrying me to more exultant plains
     protecting me
               talking to me
                         giving me their strength
before returning to the fire
           wings beating
                    flames moving
and I realise why
          flames dance and sway
                     and are never still
it is the magic of the fairies