I used to imagine
that a world of fairy tales exist
that somewhere
when the clock strikes 13
or maybe
when the blue moon touches the sea
pixies and fairies
will come flying from the sky
and they will dance
in a field of mushrooms
and sit around
on circles made of white stones
and eat orange cakes
and purple muffins
and periwinkle bread
while drinking on silver goblets
and they will dance
as the moonbeams sparkle around them
and the night will sing her song
and dance they will
until the dewdrops develop in the ground
and they will call it a night
and go quietly home
only to return again tomorrow
to party and dance once more...

I used to...
now I don't