Soapbox By Kay

I wanted to see fairies
Fairies like in my story books
Books I escaped in whenever I could
Could I ever see them? Where should I look?

I try to catch them unaware
Unaware my plans are for naught
Naught I can do but wait for the moon
Moon in the sky, I’ll dance about

I never saw a fairy one
One day I finally realized why
Why we can’t see them all the time
Time to look with my heart, not my eye

Today’s OctPoWriMo offering, a Loop poem, based on the prompts: thoughts, feelings, heartfelt, practical, whimsical, and my delight in finding tiny doorways in nature.