This is what happens...

...when you give me a laptop at two in the morning.

When reality fades to a vision of twilight
And dreams become one with the silver moon’s mist
Gossamer sparkles conceal what may or might
Be the beginning of something we wished.

Like ghosts of the phantoms of memories faint
The bright shadows beckon us on
We turn to look closer but swiftly they paint
An illusion of nothingness hither and yon.

So we walk in the silver light, dancing with stars
With eternity’s wind at our backs
Should a dream of a dream linger there – see, afar?
We’ll not trace it. Dreams leave no tracks.

The fairies’ laughs tinkle like crystalline bells
As they flit under luminous skies
They whisper of things lost in the mountains and fells
Of a dreamworld only we dare espy.

Feel the waking? Before your enchanted eyes
Bright shadows and dark moonlight
Mingle in dawn’s flush of dazzling skies
We cling to our fantasy, woven of midnight

But once more, till fairyland’s lanterns bring starshine
We’ll let the dream fade in a sunlit disguise.

(comments and constructive criticism appreciated!)

~Sil

*phone rings*
Mom: It says Maryland. Got any friends there?