A fairy in a flight of beams, upon a starry night, had set of in our endless dreams upon a wave of light. Upon reflection of the path, upon the traveled way, she set of for eternity upon the light of day. Crossroads drew an even fare, of passage through the park, although one track was bright and clear, the two halves were apart. Inside the journey fortunes wane, in light the sun had missed, in shade upon the universe which light was to exist. The moon had motioned to complete, such light as would be craft, upon a beam of endless dreams she carried through the dark. Upon her starlight, in her feel, and felt upon her touch, upon the magic of her wish, she glazed the skies in dust.