It is...

It is a lullaby
that rocks you to sleep,
If you’re awaken
by Bo-peep and her sheep.

It is the glitter
that shines in front of the moon,
not to the saucer
nor to the spoon.

It is a hand
that settles on your chest;
to keep you from stirring
from your water pale quest.

It is the flicker
of a candle lit stick,
no need to be nimble
no need to act quick.

It is an hourglass
full of small memory sand,
better than flying carpets
in a far-away land.

It is intangible
this feeling of love,
something so precious
fairy tails are made of.