To Believe

Watchful little fairies Dance within my mind They ask who I could come to trust; The first one of my kind I shush them quickly and quietly, Gentle reprimand; Say that I would waste away As one who’d known my land Portals to a cloudless sky Filled with a crying air; Souls that cover that listless blue Were born unto despair Conversing as age foretold- Prophecy never spoken; Sighs were tripping through the wind; Duly ended broken Dropping through a bottomless tunnel To a word when I’d been afraid Found the bottom littered with blackness Of laughter too soft to convey Stepping forward to stumble back As a declaration did fearfully start; Quaking with knowledge of awaking love And butterflies in my heart