Pixie Dust

I do not know nor can I swear
But I have heard it said
That little pixies come out to play
When everyone's in bed



With gossamer wings and shining wands
Sprinkling pixie dust
Up and down and everywhere
To bring good luck to us



Often, in my half-asleep state
A soft wind seems to blow
Could it be that pixie dust
Is falling 'round like snow?



Or is it just a childhood thought
That makes me want to believe
In pixies and in magic dust
From daydreams that I've weaved



Dream or not, I like to think
That my slumber is protected
By pixie love and magic dust
That God, Himself, perfected



Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
July 11, 2005
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