My Magical Spell

I woke with moonbeams in my eyes, feeling oddness had passed this way. Opened a window, with surprise, saw wee faeries, clear as day, some rode on dragonflies in play They danced and spun on moonlit lawn. That's when I spied a Leprechaun. As Dawn painted faint crimson gleam, I saw her colors spilled upon each wing, and toe, and crooked seam. Adding to my intriguing spell, voices, sweet, from treetops poured. Songs were haunting, almost of bells Each word singing lightest chords and not one word should be ignored. As Dawn's magic turned into day, quickly my spell just fell away. I search each day, and, yes I grieve. I saw pureness in their brief stay. They come but once... if you believe. March 11, 2022 for A Magical Spell Contest by Robert James Liguori syllables checked with Syllable Counter