A shimmer, a shine

A glimpse of the devine

A forgotten space tucked away

In a small container, a hidden place

It sat upon the counter top

A single silver dewdrop

Painted, pristine and delicate

Curving patterns so intricate

A world to get lost in, in those silver loops

Little pictures grouped together in little silver hoops

Sitting for hours, safe with it there

A home, a world, so common yet so rare

It was there in every store, every shop and every windowsill

Yet only this one would keep out the winter’s chill

Then one day

That call came

And from that day

It was never the same

An hour’s drive to a place

Where all wore black with an empty face

Where the sun was bright but the day was dull

And all sunk fast, like a ship with a broken hull

We all went to grandma’s home

All was the same, yet it was an empty dome

I went to find the faerie’s tear

The silver dewdrop always there

Yet even though all was the same

There was nothing left of it’s silver frame

I’ve never stopped looking for that magic sphere

That jar of silver, that faerie’s tear

Though I still see it everywhere I go

In shops and windows and where the flowers grow

Their not the one, and this I know

I’ll never stop looking for that silver cloud

For that magic whisper, that silver shroud

That home I found in that place

The only thing to remember her face

It’s all I have left of her, it’s all I’ll ever see

I know when I find it, she’ll forever be with me