Come all with melted 

modern hearts

Cracked concrete travellers

Vodka sippers

Slip between fractures

in the lost lake’s shimmer

Swim to the lighthouse

where the fairie king sits

Young boy in spider silk ballgown

crunching on stars like peppermints

Take his offered hand

Bring dewdrop diamonds and

your best dancing shoes

Keep up, for when he blinks

the sky fills with new constellations

If you laugh and he joins in

he’ll share his peppermint stars

or cold carrot soup

ladled from the bowl in the moon

Thank him with tabloids, tarot cards

and a crown of tiger lilies

Say goodbye before he blinks again

and you return to solid ground

For his parting gift to you

he’ll snip his curls with a 

slice of silver moonlight

Fold one into your handkerchief

You’ll never grow old

Amanda Wolf