Fey.

Sunday, January 5, 2014 at 2:56 am | Posted in Life, Poetry | Leave a comment
Tags: imagination, Life, poem, poetry, words

I can see stardust in the words,
making them casualties of my imagination

The light has to be just right
A time at night,
tilt your head just so
and the words will alight

a fey ecstasy

S
Last night around 1 or 2, can’t remember, while reading a book of short stories. Learned about the word ‘fey’ for the first time from the book and borrowed it.

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