It's magical this dust
that she blows upon the wind
to catch the elements, humbles them
To that all powerful form of herself.
I see her plainly in my mind
That child like radiance that floods me whole
draws deep upon her soul,
There to drink my fill of poetic beauty.

It's a clear reverence that fills the gaps
holds and restrains the heavens hem
to the truth, that vitality that here she bestows
Upon this my world...My dreams.
Like an uncanny feeling she seem to know
where by root and field I grow
As if all my life has been a journey to
This Tinkerbell vision, this winged promise that's you.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph