Gossamer Threads

A silly little thought that I hope brings a smile to your face.

I think the fairies wind up time
Like grandma winds her thread.
They take the sun and wrap it
With each moment that has fled.

They save it all for later,
For when we need it most,
Then they sneak in tiny pieces
Into dreams like friendly ghosts.

They spin it out in moonlight
They wind it up in day
So every little moment
Is kept along the way.

The hold the time like treasure,
In a space behind the sky
So when we get to heaven
We’ll find it all close by.

So when people loose their mem’ry
And find they can’t recall
The fairies have stored it safely.
It’s not gone at all!

Dreaming in Plot