Acorn cap, and thimbleful of ale,
leafy skirts, granting wishes.

Where are you now? Still sleeping? I long for your laughter… the tinkle of your shoes. I suppose the best chance will be to try and catch up with you in our dreams….

If you see a faery ring
In a field of grass,
Very lightly step around,
Tip-toe as you pass,
Last night faeries frolicked there-
And they’re sleeping somewhere near.
If you see a tiny faery,
Lying fast asleep
Shut your eyes
And run away,
Do not stay to peek!
Do not tell
Or you’ll break a faery spell.

(Thanks to Billy Shakespeare!)