This poem was written for, given to, and is dedicated to Shauna Beeh, my (EDIT: then current, now ex – 06/2014) girlfriend, whose birthday was recent.
The angels were looking down
At the world that they watch on
And though they liked what they saw
They felt that something was wrong
So to the fairies they called upon.
The fairies said, “We feel it too
There is something definitely missing
We don’t know what, it’s just not there,
We know it’s just a feeling
This thing that makes us sing.”
The angels asked, “What do we do?”
And no one had an answer.
Then one fairy, tiny and pink,
Said, “I know that I’m not sure,
But I think I have a cure.”
“This world is boring, dull and bland,
Alive but without movement,
And through the day the world is sad
But at night I try to listen.
All I hear, though, is silence.”
“We need someone to bring forth life
To get these people laughing.
To make days bright and people smile
And I know that this sounds sappy
But I think we should call it happy.”
The angels and fairies pondered over
The pink fairy’s suggestion
Though they disagreed on the name
The idea he had was the one
They felt best was to be done.
So from the fire of the sun
They grabbed a strand of light.
The daisies donated a pink gerber
The lavender was in such delight
They danced with mint all through the night.
The fairies and the angels worked
Through the night and day
To create this perfection of being
Using all of their gifts as they may
A new life they set to create.
And as a last and final gift
To this thing they made of beauty
The hopes and thoughts and imaginings
That come to people while they sleep
And they call these things dreams.
Every night the dreamer goes
And flies across the land.
Giving thoughts and dreams and images
To make them feel the best they can
Each day that passes in the sand.
And once a year they celebrate
With daises and gum a plenty.
A giant rosebud birthday cake
And songs to make her happy.
The dreamer’s born and laughing.