Sprinkles of Dreams

They sparkle,
I smile with delight.
Loving hands,
Glowing in the light.

They tell a story,
Of hope and truth,
Like the charming spirit,
Of a child’s fairy tooth.

They touch another,
A soft gentle caress,
Washing away problems,
Sorting out the mess.

And glistening in my palm,
The miracle dust holds,
Sprinkles of dreams,
As my passion unfolds.

By Clarabelle