Faerie Tales

No footprints show where they have been
The faintest shimmer of a distant light
In forests deep they lay unseen
Flash flicker round then out of sight
 
Their voices hardly make a sound
Whispers on a gentle breeze
They seem to come from all around
Their laughter faint as if to tease.
 
Moonlight glancing from their wings
Mercury pools in the black of night
Through secret glades they dance in rings
Then disappear right out of sight
 
K R Harter 2003