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.

My mistake,

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.