- i think the moon is really
- the sun going to bed
- putting on a blanket made of fairy dust
- that falls into dreams
- whispers comfort into our fingers
- and sometimes
- the dust beckons
- the fairy inside of us leaps
- and falls in love with who we are
- because we don't really love the mirror
- until we can see ourselves
- from the outside
- so the fairy
- unbound by the physical
- unchained by the mental
- completely spiritual
- will rest in our ear
- will weave itself into our hair
- will nestle in the crook of your neck
- tell us stories that cheer us
- and remind us what it's like
- to love.
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