Countdown to Dreaming
What sprightly sprites, by noon and night, what fairies of the air
Dance in my dreams? To me, it seems there’s always someone there
To twist and twirl, to whiz and whirl, to pirouette, jeté,
To bow and bend and to transcend mortality this way.
No one can see this dance but me, and only when I slumber,
When forty winks or nap, methinks, begins to unencumber
The dancing denizens of sleep, my own replacements for mere sheep,
And I must count them, lest my deep repose should lose their number.
Art-Colored Glasses 
Beautiful!
🙂 Mandy xo
Like you are!
🙂
xoxo!
I can send you one to dance in your living room as well 😉
Hi, K, and Happy Spring to you, too!
Oh, what I wouldn’t give to see a certain angel-faced little C dancing through my living room!!! Happy Spring to you and your beloveds, me dearie. 🙂
xoxo!
I could see those images on a little girls wall, especially if she took ballet classes. 🙂
If you know any little (or bigger) ballerinas/fairies needing such an image, Teri, feel free to use it (or have me send you a higher-res version for print). Maybe I should put this image up on Zazzle too? Glad you like. 🙂
You should.
Jeté away; enjoyable poetry to read aloud, my honey chile…
Your comment makes my *heart* leap! xo!