Fairy thoughts

Far and away the future flies
On wings as bright as dreams,
A vision passed before our eyes.
Silver gossamer it seems,
That thinly veils our wishing
From the life we erstwhile lead.
The life that stands there dishing
Out the fragile, hopeful seed
That planted in our memory
Will root the suckling plant
Upon which that ephemery,
Our future, will lightly land.