Leaving shimmers floating in its wake
A fantasy twinkled in the air
Butterflies with stained glass wings
Fluttered between this world and theirs
A moonlit night trapped in bottles hung
Suspended from stars and lanterns in the sky
The walkway made from realized dreams
Recycled gently for other people's uses
Like crystal boxes piled up high
For children's forts and castle towers
Voices singing silently and wielding clockwork clouds
I swung in flowered vines woven into a swing
And wiped the stardust from my eyes