Like little stars and butterflies,
they flit around my hair.
Dancing, dancing freely,
all without a care.
They are the wonders of my garden,
the tiny people with wings,
and the fresh breeze that blows across,
always carries the sweet scent of spring.
As one of them alights,
upon my outstretched hand,
I watch in awe and wonder,
as the world around me expands.
Then suddenly I am one of them,
my own wings upon my back,
I join in with their carefree dance,
and flit between the lilacs.
As the night fades away,
and the sun starts to rise;
They settle down upon some buds,
and watch the brightening skies.
I close my eyes just for a second,
to savor this wonderful moment;
but open my eyes to find my room,
my heart just slightly broken.
Thought it was only just a dream,
I will savor it forever,
I may always wish that it was true,
but it will stay with me whenever.