Sometimes she could

be found daydreaming . . .

In the corner of her room

Where she could not be touched.

Her eyes are open, but not seeing. You try to reach her, and you are pushed back. You reach out to touch her, and your fingers stop inches from her.

She is lost in another world, one that you cannot reach. You begin your journey towards her world, but are soon lost in the mists that hide the Path. You turn back, for there is no way forward.

She holds the Hand of Glory, the light that leads the way. But you have no way of reaching her and asking to share the Path.

For she is lost in a daydream, the land of Fey and Faerie. And it is only ever the most unlucky, or the most lucky, that find their way there.

You reach out to touch her, and your fingers stop inches from her heart.

Authors Note: This is something I came up with in answer to the quote at the beginning, that I found in a note book. I hope you like it, and please REVIEW!