Dressed In Pixie Dust

by Ben Pickard   Sep 3, 2018


Come to me softly and whisper my name,
Creep through this room in the moonlight again.
Dress in the greens of the trees whence you come
And leave me the taste of the leaves when we're done.
My window will be left ajar as I sleep -
The forest will move with our love as you creep.
I want to see skin and I want to see curves;
I want sparks to fly with magical words.

And when it is morning and when you are gone -
When the longing is much and the sun rays are strong -
I want all the dreams that I dream in the light
To be visions of you and your form in the night.



Ben Pickard


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  • 3 days ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Crikey Ben. I want to frame this and hang it on my wall. It's that beautiful. :-) x

  • 6 days ago

    by mossgirl19

    I missed reading from here Ben...such a privilege to read this first on the front page! Congrats on the win! Adding this sweet and tender write to my faves.

  • 1 week ago

    by Meena Krish

    I really like the tenderness of this write, so delicate
    it wets my eyes...nature is so beautiful isn't she...she knows how to
    melt us and cradle us...a lovely write.

    Congrats on the win!

  • 1 week ago

    by Tanya Southey


  • 1 week ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Magical indeed. I love the rhythm and wonder of this piece. Congrats on the win!

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