Teeny, Tiny Fairy

Teeny, tiny fairy

dancing in the night –

twirling on a toadstool,

far from human sight.

Teeny, tiny fairy,

may I watch you dance?

Here, beside the garden wall –

may I have the chance?

I promise not to hurt you.

I promise to keep still.

I only want to watch you dance

around the daffodil.

Your arms are frail as gossamer,

your feet as light as air.

Your hands caress the evening breeze

with tender, loving care.

* * *

Teeny, tiny fairy,

are you all alone –

dancing in the forest dark

upon the moonlit stone?

Or is there one who loves you –

loves you such as I?

Who watches as you raise your arms

up to the star-filled sky.

Perhaps your lover waits for you

beyond the garden wall,

sitting on his throne of grass

until he hears your call.

Until he hears you call his name,

he guards the forest wide,

forbidding fox or fool or foe

to tarry by your side.

* * *

Teeny, tiny fairy,

I wish that I were small.

I’d steal your heart and bring you o’er

to this side of the wall.

Never can I take your hand

or touch your flowing hair.

Never can I kiss your lips,

so delicate and fair.

Never can I hold you near,

close to my beating heart.

This human world in which I’m caught

is what keeps us apart.

I can only watch you –

watch you as you dance.

Here, beside the garden wall.

May I have the chance?