Through the dim mists of the past
We can glimpse a fairy
Dreaming each night of a fairy child of her very own
She dreamed while the stars sat high in the nights sky
Of an ever changing fairy child
Of hair of sunlight and moon beams
On other nights
Hair the shade of inky blackness of a moonless night
Till one dawn
As the sun
Touched the nights sky
Where the indigo of the nights sky gave way to the pinkish light of a new day
An acorn appeared beneath the tree of life
Not the usual fairy acorn
This acorn
Was silverish
It almost glowed with inner light
As the fairy stepped forward to open the acorn and meet her first child
The acorn opened itself
To reveal
Two darling children
Eyes closed
Pink cheeked
Arms and fairy wings locked around each other
One as dark as night the other as white as the sun light now streaking across the land