BIRDSONG

I was not asleep
  yet not awake

In that blissful state
     I was granted a rare glimpse

Into the very real world 
    Of make believe

Fairies with gossamer wings
    Were dancing upon the golden rays

Of the early morning sunshine
    Birds soaring up above

Were singing, and as each perfect note
     Escaped their throats

It would turn into a beautiful flower
    And slowly float its way down

Into a net of gold and silver threads
    That glistened with the early morning dew

I was not awake
     yet not asleep