Small Pieces of Being

To My Fairy Queen

I dream a dream I am a playful Puck
Palming a purple flower in my hand.
You ask me, What’s love?” and I laugh, “What luck,”
Then stamp both little hoofs right where I stand.
I fly around the earth in no time flat
All trailing lights and giggles as I go.
I soon return to you with this and that:
Some Belgium chocolates, the key to a chateau.
You say, “These earthly things, they will not do.”
You kiss me on the cheek. Pat my horned head.
I frown to think I disappointed you
And though immortal I wish I were dead.
“O silly Puck,” you say, “your heart’s more fair
Than that pansy you hold and wish to share.”