I’m a witch in the closet
I’ve forgotten where I hid my broom
Years ago
When they told me
Grow up

I’m a fairy at heart
Years ago I placed my wings
Inside a secret box and buried it
In the soft earthy belly of a thick green forest
Sometimes I forget
But I feel something is missing

One time I danced under the moonlight
I twirled and I sang
I laughed with the sheep in the field beside me
I nearly flew off the hilltop
And soared with the owls
Nearly

Sometimes I feel my pen is about to burst
Burst open with a thousand tales of my lost home
A thousand shimmering threads of every colour
To save me
To save us all
But ink is so thick and sticky

I’m a dreamer on the run
Searching for something
Just out of sight, just out of reach
Around one of these corners
It will all make sense

Around one of these corners
An ethereal bloom of light and flight
Another world
Fantastical creatures
A world protected by our vigil
By our glowing hands
From which sparks fly
Making magic

If I could write a thousand poems
If I could weave the lace for a thousand domes
If I could string them with drops of dew
If I could mold a ship for me and you
If I could set it asail among the stars
If I could reclaim what once was ours
Would you trust me and fly away?

Would I?

Let us make friends with our minds
With our hearts
Let us trust
So we may fly away at dusk

Silver sweet moonlight cold
And glistening
Please give me a potion for this moonsickness
So we may fly away at dusk
Back home