Fairy Flowers Part Two Poem by Tom Billsborough

No torch had I brought and the moonlight was faint.
No thought for tomorrow was my self-nagging taunt.
Then all of a sudden, as if suspended mid-air,
A light from a firefly appeared to draw near.
Frozen in wonder at this slow moving glow
I was trembling all over, if you really must know.
The light soon revealed its beautiful young bearer.
Six inches tall a fairy and none could be much fairer.
A perfect miniature was she in her petal rose attire
A wing-beat later she was there, perched on my little finger.
"Don't be alarmed. You've nothing to fear from me"
"Though blind, by my bright light so truly shall you see."
She spoke so precisely in a low melodious tone
So sweet her voice did sound, my hesitation drowned.
Yet I was still confused. What was this? A dream?
Was she but delusion, my mind's creative game?
But then my instinct told me that she was really there
And the flood of doubt abated in that cool night air.
"What is your name? " I asked her in a little whisper.
"My name is Rose, " she smiled. "By day I am a flower,
But only for a single day, then I disappear.
But come the morn I am reborn, a new bud bright and eager,
And in between, as you can see, I become a fairy."
I felt enchanted by her words, convinced about her story.