More powerful than
what faeries use for dream-making.
A day-to-day must.
Sprinkle some on Earth
to make it all fade away:
war, hunger, fear, hate.
I am definitely not someone who walks around with stardust in her eyes. In fact, my outlook is most often just the opposite as I am the eternal pessimist. Eeyore, if you will. Ah, but I can dream about it, right? Being hopelessly optimistic and uncritical, I mean.
[Are the poets dusting themselves with stardust or are they flicking it away? I guess we'll have to see over at One Single Impression.]