Dedication

Faeries

I hear the whispers of the shadows

I sense the beating of wings

Wherever I go the magic follows

And in the magic are beautiful things

I hear the laughter of the elves

And the dancing of their feet

The books pile on my shelves

And I scrawl the magic on the paper sheets

I know I'm not dreaming

If I can sense the beauty in the evergreens

Where all the faeries are singing

And call me a dreamer if you will

But a more beautiful dream have I had than you

-Michaela Raygor