Poetry

{Pixie Dust}

{Pixie Dust}

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How can one stay inside

and stay asleep in bed

with the sun playing 

with my face

and laughing at me

with its infectious laughter

as its sunlight splays across the 

shadowy walls of our basement home?

Innocent waking ups happens

for the arising, unaware sunrises

as today begins with a living energy

and rises with the rooster this morning.

Now thawed gold fades into 

the color of aqueous cerulean,

but tiny bits of golden pixie dust 

still warm us to the end of our toes

as it float all around us,

reminding me that the world

is made of faith, trust and pixie dust;

a reminder from Peter Pan and Tinker Bell.

(cock-a-doodle-doo)

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