Night falls to creatures sly
Eyes burning bright in the
moon filled sky
A bringing together of disparate
minds
brought together by space and
time.
Quiet are the little lights
that bring forth their eldritch
glow
Into the deep of night where woody
wights do go.
The rustles among the dead, dry
leaves
grow stronger with each windy
heave
Peat moss softly like a cloud
feet go quickly underneath the boughs.
Senses wild with scents and sound
Energy growing---wild--unbound.
The moon she sends forth her wanton
rays
Into the forest's Faerie ways.
It glides across the peat moss
floor--
opening every portal door.
The worlds meld like flames to wax
Moonbeams—sealing long-lost
pacts.
Raising hands up to collect the
light---
We gasp and clasp our fingers
tight.
Holding on to our grounding firm
Yet pulling like wool we 'round
the turn.
Our minds are free—Faerie turned
Our hearts are fire that freely
burns.
We sail—we flee—we fly to the
sky.
We feel we shall never die.
And to the moon we dance our fate--
our souls open up like a garden
gate.
While we sail our ship of deep--
we find our peace and fall asleep.
Heather Lake
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