She Who Dreams of Other Worlds
She longs to be
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.