The sands of time drip through my fingers,
I watch and see,
If some will linger.
But they never stop,
Dripping,
Dropping,
Dancing,
As the wind blows.
Blow far away.
For when they are in my hands below,
And they stay,
I will know,
That the sands of time are with me today,
And everyday.
For the winds have blown me,
Far away,
For eternity.

What is the fairy?

The fairy is the spark inside of us that inspires us. It is art in the purest form, and yet we can't see it. The fairy is the beginning of creation and the end of all needed to create.
I think I found a fairy. It is a dusty colour with little specks of shine. Sometimes it is a small lump of gold resting in my hands and other times it is a huge creature devouring me in it's presence.