Fairy Dust

one night i found myself watching the sky,

no moon in sight, nor stars.

darkness stretched its shadow as far as my eyes could fathom.

i closed my eyes;

that was when the magic started to appear.

there was music played by a thousand fireflies

then i behold an  angel  

not winged nor with a robe of silken white

but a formidable smile sketched on his face;

and a gleaming eyes.

that night, i learned how to dance.
and my heart found delight,
in every fairy dust sprinkled upon my path.

©jenh2015