In My House Lives a Faery — Poem by Alice Saga

In my house lives a faery. Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown with silver spots upon her wings. She has a little silver wand and when a good wonder wakes up she waves her wand and makes a circle round her head. Our life is a fairy tale, a dream— it shimmers in the rainbow colours for a minute, then bursts and falls and the dream is over. But she waves her wand again and the dream begins anew. So that I am to experience fairy magic— a day filled with Hope, a day filled with beauty like in the Garden of Eden: talking birds with gifted things, a hedgehog hiding in the roses, a rabbit watching from the path, a squirrel on the garden wall, a white cat sitting at her feet, singing songs and telling tales, pretty dresses to show the way through fairyland. In my house lives a faery. She is my forever.