A hand steers the clouds across the sky

Like shapeless cars on invisible tracks

Not one of them notice as they giggle on by

Flicking their silk locks across their tanned backs

They ignore the tiny painted warrior fleet

Hidden on the backs of pesky birds at their feet

I have to look down to hide my secret smile 

As I marvel at this unseen magic’s addictive charm

And allow the mermaids in my teacup to bewitch me for a while

Watching the breeze rustle the illustrated leaves on my arm

The fairies spy from their cloaks of flapping butterfly wings

On these curiously unaware high heeled glossy creatures

Who sacrificed seeing the magic in seemingly ordinary things

To parade false beauty on their empty porcelain features.