His wing black, with splattered colors,
And deep blue eyes I love to see.
He flies and glides through the open air,
But only for my eyes to see.
His features begin to fade,
Until he is no more than a shiluoette.
He flies away and I can do nothing but blink.
As I open my eyes once again I realize again that he is only but a dream.
Because I will never have a fairy friend,
And a fairy friend
Will never have me.