Pixie Dust & Raven Black
Sweat dripping off her pixie hair,
She fluttered into a rose garden.
The morning dew was light and delicious and she slurped each drop slowly.
From the corner of his eye,
The boy with the raven hair looked upon her.
The sun rays bouncing off her delicate wings.
And a trancelike state he moved towards her.
Intoxicated by her scent and mystery.
Eyes met as he kissed her.
Drew her close.
Fluttering butterfly wings,
Sun-rays bouncing off their bodies.
The air sprayed with mist.
And just as it started,
Back to being the observer and the wanderer.
Their bond irreversible,