Dewdrops on Pines

Do you reside there?
In the air, I dare wander.
Do you sneak a kiss to my cheek?
Do you hear the words that I speak;
soft, and soundly sent to you?

Under breaths,
a voice lighter than whispers,
I silence my pleas to become a listener.

I see you when the sunlight paints
watercolored clouds amongst sunbeams.
Colton candy skies catch my ever seeking eyes.
I hear you when the pines glisten and gleam
with dewdrops that invoke the memory of you saying,
"Those glittering globes on the branches are fairies.
Though some don't see it, it's best you believe it."

Magic isn't a, "see it to believe it", type of thing.
If you're lucky you'll find magic is simply to believe in something.
In cotton candy skies and dewdrops on the pines
I find you,
and I find me.