She Who Dreams of Other Worlds

She longs to be

Other worldly.

To dance around amongst the elves,

At midnight, under a full moon.

To see the wings of a faery

From somewhere closer than a book.

Perhaps this child was born

To the wrong world.

Too deep for this place

Where the only thing more shallow

Than the puddles, are the people.

She dreams of flight, of dances

Of secrets she will never know.