The Flower Fairy

The lady of the flowers dances in your dreams. She dances in your head. Swirls around in your thoughts. Her laughter is a bright sound, like rolling glass marbles and joyful copper bells. In her realm, it’s summer forever, because she lingers in happiness.

She keeps the feelings, hopes and loves of last summer close to her chest. They are her shining treasure. “Do you wanna dance with me again?” she asks and her eyes fix on you, letting the snow melt even on the mountaintops far away.

Blue is the colour of the sky before it falls asleep and blue is the colour of her dress. What she said she says and will say. Future, past and present don’t exist in her dream, only those words and you taking her hand. Night after night. You can dream this dream a million times and always have a smile on your sleeping face when the dance starts again to sweet piano sounds.

If you join her laughter, summer will never end, beauty will sprawl like weed in your garden. She’ll sit down in the moonshine and weave curtains made of love, affection and tenderness to protect you from sun and rain. You will lay next to her on a bed of petals and she will tell you stories about the rabbit on the moon and the pharaohs of the Nile.

She is a fairy that one, only shows herself when she chooses to. If she reaches out it means you have her heart. Don’t crush it please, fairies are delicate creatures. So take her hand, just take her hand.