A job to big for mere mortals
This time round magic is a must
So many new poems it's overwhelming
She knows to bring extra fairydust

That little nymph of a fairy
Takes it in stride with grace and ease
Tosses an extra handful of her magic dust
Into the poetic breeze

It knows just where it is going
Just as it knows from whence it came
In the mystery of the magic
fairy and the dust are one and the same

From her throne on high the poems bring to her new life
Blessed she feels she's counted
Though the fairy's main concern is to bless in return
That is all she has ever wanted

In the darkest depths of dream time
The mind does start to play
I can't get any peace while I'm awake
It's better off this way

I'm going for a joyride
On a psychedelic tortoise
Riding barefoot through the air
On a wave of floating fairydust

A mass of smiling faces
Of people as we pass them by
I wave and grin right back at them
And breathe a contented sigh

The sun isn't just red and yellow
It's blue and green and pink
The tortoise glides towards it
We're heading there I think

Fairies sprinkle magic dust
with gold and silver hues
The land of golden memories
Where no-one sings the blues

We drift around from place to place
Past villages and towns
Just floating through the cosmos
Enveloped in sights and sounds

Onward to the morning
My tortoise brings me back to light
to spend my day anticipating
where we shall travel to tonight.