There are only three things
That anyone needs
To plant the seeds
Of flight.

Fairy dust
Which always must
Be gathered at midnight.
You'll feel the pull
When the moon is full,
Well, that is, you might.

Happy thoughts
Of many sorts
Will make the spell seem right:
The warmth of sun,
Freedom to run,
Will help you reach your height.

With that pair
You're nearly there,
Nearly, but yet not quite:
There's one thing more
For you to soar
And make your soul feel light.

Because to fly
Alone in the sky
Would be an awful plight,
The thing you require
Is your deepest desire:
That ever-blissful sight
Of a secret smile shown
To you alone,
And a hand to cling to tight.

Nothing will do
But the love between two,
So be sure to invite your heart's delight
Before flying into the blue.