Make Believe

Where fairies dance,
And from the pathway leave.
I scurry to the edges,
So I can make-believe.

For I, too...am a fairy,
I swing upon the bars.
I travel to the milky-way,
And catch upon the stars.

I see the galaxies beyond,
All touched in liquid-pink.
And from the rainbows nectar cups,
I take a little drink.

And pass on to the horizon,
In a filmy, frosted ray.
Where glistening little droplets,
Form a misty spray.

And colors cross the sky-line,
Into a pastel weave.
While I stand in amazement,
I lisp...in make-believe.


E.P. 1908 - 1989