4 A.M. and a Fairytale.

my little fairytale

entertains itself in me

prying.

it dances lightly and lingers

staying for a while

and then departing.

as daybreak enters

my little fairytale

seems to have 

come back.

it has fallen asleep

and yet has grown.

elaborated and enchanted itself

in my presence. 

twelve hours--

and my little fairytale has returned.

the soft wings of a tomorrow

hope for the otherwise unsure.