by Chase Feonsdotter

Every night she drinks wine and cream,
And dresses in fine, silken lace.
Coverlets pulled up tight to her chin,
She dreams of another place.

Faraway whispers of starlight and mist —
A place she’s only been in her mind.
Where fairies dance on the waves of the sea,
With the wishes she’s come for to find.

Waken the dawn,
Chase away the night magic with it’s light.
Child of the moon creep away;
Run and hide with mother midnight.

And the angel now opens her eyes to the day,
Blue as the sky above.
Tonight you will dream of your kingdom again,
And sup upon dreams, light, and love.