FAE

Here,upon the deercrushed bracken,and sweet fern,we can lay,and talk on Fae things,and smile,while the cuckoo calls,and stag walks by unafraid,

wylde bees bumble on orchids breath,

but not so sweet as the nectarous light ,shining from your eyes,

life weaves eazy love,and no caution do we pay,so great the welling rise,

and words, words only shaping the feeling from within,like flowers in the wind,no loss of beauty for the movement,

my heart fly s free at the softest touch,two hearts questing gently, the grails glory,

entwined,the lovers knot is sealed,

lost are we,so simple in the warming haze, and rightly so,for woodland dream made manifest is all.