Where Is She?

Where is she,
the fairy of the night
who lands on the tip
of my nose
and whispers wishes
while I sleep?

I know she often
spends her time
among the trees
with the pixies
as they plan
on where to next
sprinkle magic.

Smiles I can’t stop
because somewhere
between these leaves
there is a miracle
they left just for me.

What a world it would be
if they went away
how I hope
that I never stop
my belief
in their wings.