My Childhood Fairy Book

Coated in lime green
The gold of the pages
paints a magical night sky,
The worn edges reveal an adventure of youth

It lies on the question: is it real?
Fairy Queen? Fairy King?
Nobody knows

It has searched
The trees…
The bushes….
Looking for a sign
of fairy dust, glittering under the stars

The holograms of fairies
Flicker… Flicker…
Raising the question:
How?

Though it may only be a book
It sees more than I
It lives as a child
Hidden in disguise