A Lost Pixie Finds Home
She awoke thinking about this.
He’s been gone long enough to miss.
There was a whisper of light.
A rare thing since it was night.
The moon was full, time to collect.
She never left this to neglect.
She was alone in the down under.
She could still hear rain and thunder.
Tonight, though, it was warm pleasure.
Time to look for more treasure.
She arose, washed her face, hands, & feet.
She didn’t look for food to eat.
She got her box with light within.
Off she went, her face had a grin.
She is Auril, a pixie. Named by him.
She didn’t have a name till then.
No memory of her past exists.
All her knowledge is just this.
She didn’t know she was a pixie.
Though, very small, this she could see.
She was like those above.
Like him, except he didn’t shove.
He rubbed against the world.
Yet, he accepted her and she was thrilled.
She only knew herself, no others.
This was her world. She knew no mother.
Silent things were her company.
They all impressed her. One could see.
She knew each thing had a special vibe.
She could read this far and wide.
She made her way out of down under.
Watchful not to attract like thunder.
She slipped off into the woods.
In search of food & what she could.
She went where she hadn’t been before.
A space in the trees,— like a door.
Moonlight guided her path.
Then, she heard a little laugh.
Quiet as moss growing on a rock,
she slipped up to the spot.
It was like she was drawn there.
There was laughter & singing in the air.
A pond with a waterfall at one end.
Fairies and pixies were swimming within.
Some were sitting on the shore.
Behind them were even more.
They were giving off vibes, bright.
Singing and playing in the moonlight.
She quietly slipped down among them.
All of them stopped and began to grin.
“Our lost sister has finally come home.”
Auril said “What?,” Then she was shown.
“Your mother & you were caught by men.
Long ago. We felt we wouldn’t see you again.”
“We felt your essence when we came back”
“But, we didn’t know where you were at.”
‘Every full moon, we would come, all of us.”
“Hoping you would be drawn here thus.
“So here you are, back at last, where you belong”
“It has been years since you have been gone.”
She told them she had no memory of her past.
They said her mother’s essence winked out fast.
They knew that she had died, or was killed.
Still, your essence, had not been fulfilled.
She told them how a man had named her.
How he came, at times, just to make sure
she was o.k. Otherwise, he left her to herself.
The fairies and pixies prayed for his health.
“Such a man is rare.” they said.
“He didn’t let it all go to his head”
So, ends the story of the lost pixie.
She made it home like it should be.
As an afterthought, she saw the man again.
She thanked him &. wished the best for him.
“If others treated fairies & pixies like that.”
She said,” it would be a different world. It’s a fact.”
———————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)