What Do the Faries do While I'm Awake

Imaginary science fiction

A soft purple light
Surrounds me at night
Brings a calmness I need
The music I hear
From the lute that is near
Brings close to some what I fear
Slumber is hard from the loneliness
I live
But some is bearable from the love
That they give
But I want to peak a liberty I take
What do these faries do
While I'm wide awake
Are they playing in the meadow where the grass is emerald green
Or listening to the stories of the honey comb where the honey bee is queen
Or are they simply in the lake wading to the knees
Lying on their purple backs
Beneath the apple trees
Perhaps their doing none of this instead their fast asleep within the roses
With soft snores of happiness escaping from their noses