I lie within a field of dreams
Memory's flowers
And time's lush greens.
I count the stars one by one.
See rising moon
And setting sun.
Ages pass like comet's tail,
Swift and fast
Through mystic veil.
The universe is mine to keep
Within my world
Of dreams so deep.
Tis twilight time, the faey take flight
Like fluttering sparks
Against the night.
Far away the trill of Pan's pipes playing.
Soft breeze is blowing,
Tall grass is swaying.
Sitting up, I look about
To watch the faey
Weave in and out
Among the willows, they dart and dance
Singing the words
Of ancient chants.
Harvest moon sits low in starry sky.
The witching hour
Drawing nigh.
Magick abounds in dead of night
Carried on wings
Of faey in flight.
Circling round my head in jest
They twine my hair
To make their nest.
Resting in my flowing mane
Their faey dust settles
Like misting rain.
Drifting now on soft moonbeams
We fall asleep
In my field of dreams.

... Moone

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