The Fairies in the Fog

Walking home last night.        
A fog eliminated the view.        
Replacing all colours with a grey hue.        
Tabula rasa moment.        
I'm in the zone.        
My mind thoughts & words mingle.        
In that place, jumbled yet unformed.        
Words painting visual imagines.        
Of eclectic hues and colours.      
Sky and clouds became a canvas.      
Primed in gray tones.      
Silhouettes back lit by street lights.      
The world desaturated.      
Devoid of colour.      
Gray on grey on gray.      
No recall of the thoughts.        
Words or images.      
Just a sense of how I felt.      
Walking up and over the hill.      
The hill said to have magical qualities.      
Were a convergence of lay lines meet.      
A sweet spot fairies & magic pass over.      
So it not a surprise that i saw a faerie.      
Looking straight at me.      
She flown in and out of the fog.      
She'd spotted my boots.      
From way up high.      
Come down to have a natter.      
She liked my boots.      
Thought me an interesting creature.    
No magic gifts or spells    
She just talked to me.    
In the strangest way.    
Her lips did'nt move.    
Nor no sound she made.    
Telepathically her voice.    
Inside my head appeared.    
Explaining she saw my boots.    
Glittering gold red and blue.    
Thinking I too twas a creature.    
From her magic world.    
Flying closer so she could.    
Reading my mind deeply.    
Probing heart and my soul.    
She spoke of my troubles.    
Saying everything was going.    
To be ok & I was a genteel soul.    
With so much to give the world.    
Warmed by her kind words.    
Now nearing the brow of the hill.    
Other Fairies appeared.  
To collect  My faerie.  
Together they flew away.    
Telling me we would meet again.    
Wishing me a happy new year.    
I bid them fair well waving good byes.    
Them, they, disappeared into the fog.    
As I wandered slowly through the streets.    
On that foggy night, the late eve air.  
Developed a cold bite.    
Tugging my scarf tighter.  
I kept thinking the last thing.  
The fairies said to me.  
"We know that your dying."  
   But......   Just not yet.  
So hang in there. sunshine.  
There's lots more to achieve.  
       For you to enjoy.  
   pleasures I seed you'll.  
     find along the way.  
When you die. your one of us.  
We knew soon as we met you.  
With us you will fly.  
   
Meandering past the church.  
One I've never been in, ever.  
Or, should i say, not yet.    
Didn't say a pray.  
Hoping not to die.  
   
If this is the thuth I'll go along.  
Reincarnated as a faerie.  
That works for me.    
Up and down the streets I go.  
I slumber towards the place where.  
   
I could sleep.  
Perchance to dream.  
To Develop & glow.