I see the blue light fairy, dancing, dancing, dancing in my closed eyes. I have the midnight wonder, dancing with a hope of what I wish I knew. Once a lonely boy sat silently beside a beautiful girl. They didn’t dance together, but the sunlight through the trees danced around them. I see the blue light fairy. The fog is a gray mist that the sun must break into colors. Arms must be big enough to hold hope for the unknown. A soul must be held tightly to keep it from its fears for the love of the beautiful girl. As I can see the blue light fairy only when I close my eyes, I would break without love; I must know whether my hope is from insecurity or a hidden surety.