faery of the wishing pond

[Steve]

wings as thin as silk
sprouting between her shoulders
sweep like gentle hands
her prints from the sand

hair dark as shadows
falls against the middle of her back
midnight slipping over earth like a breeze
between her wings like night around trees

pennies glow
moons and suns
beneath the wind waves of the pond
though she only choses one

smile long as summer days
straddles teeth which guard her tongue
is all thats seen before she's gone
and you hope it was your coin she plucked at dawn.