Pixie Dust

Pixie Dust

The pixies threw the dust into the air

Gravity could not make it fall, unlike confetti or glitter

A glorious cloud of pixie dust swirled in the air above them 

Changing its colors with the rhythm of a beating heart

In the cool dusky air they were little more than blurs

Golden sparkles that reflected the last of the rays

The pixies spun through the air, the dust hung low

They all dove through it, they found their  elixir at last

When the large golden cloud of pixie dust was released

Well, the pixies no longer needed an excuse for a party

The night was still very young, still in its springtime

And for the pixies, hours of mischief lay ahead

The pixies buzzed around the cloud with outstretched fingers

Their skin glowed as the magical dust entered their blood

Pixies’ ways are of song, dance and storytelling

They joke and laugh and make merry

Under the moonlight, the pixies moved like a shoal of life

One fluid motion of dozens of pixies

                                                                               

author's note

"All you need is faith, trust and a little pixie dust." - Peter Pan