A fairy in my dreams asked me
Had all my dreams come true.
I looked at her and thought a bit
Then said, as I here I do.
‘A lot of what I longed for
I have already here,
My family and love around,
A cup of greatest cheer.
The other dreams are in my hands,
I hold them carefully,
I treasure them and nourish them
And then I set them free.
If dreams they are to be fulfilled
I have to open hands,
Not so I may drop them
But so they can search the lands
That I may have to wander,
The plans I have to make,
The effort that I’ll put in place
So these dreams may not prove fake.’
She asked me then and offered
Three wishes I would crave,
I thought some more then smiled at her
And answer thus I gave.
‘Three would never satisfy
All I hold inside
And most of what I ask for self
Is really for my pride.
If three there are then let me ask
For what I already see,
The health of all my family,
That’s enough for me.
The second one I pass along
To others for the same,
Renewal in body, spirit, mind.
Then they can play this game
‘And what of number three?’ she said,
‘Now think on carefully.’
‘I would wish that others knew, believed,
They’re the change they have to be.’
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