In honor of throwback Thursday here is a poem from 2003.
The ground twinkles
Like in the midst of morning
In the midst of dawn
In the twilight of the sunrise
Little Imps bent on spreading happiness
Came out of the flowers in the failing night
So they could leave sparkling glitter
Glinting bits of gold
Shards of broken glass so small they are the air
For those who awake anew
Sad in this world and its apparent lack of beauty
Lonely in the huge planet
At home in the mists with the faeries.