Remember once when you were young,
Alone, had walked the forest’s zone?
The tame not heard and wild, unseen
As night chilled the bone.
Remember once, you felt so glad,
Running towards our group of arms,
Hinting on a child’s adventure;
No words about the charms.
I feel thy hand still growing cold,
Yet keeping strong like vines on mine,
Fingers entangled, slowly slips
Last breaths saved as sign. ---
I walked to depths I’ve never known,
Trees tall and dark of mist and dew,
I then met a playful fairy
Charming true, tiny too.
She hopped and hopped and fluttered ‘round,
Then halting still on air’s vast spread,
She smiled at me and led the way
Through the night that bled.
I followed the light that she was
As dew settled, heavy on me;
She weaved through bends and kept going
Humming like a bee.
She brought me to a tree so old,
Its trunk empty as I could see
A crack was on its crooked side,
Where she then ushered me.
I was then in their feasting place
Circles of little floating ones;
Each of them glowed with so much delight,
And so, sang all at once:
“A child, a child, oh such a child!
Let him come and believe and see,
That he is he and we are us,
Oh what fun this will be!”
They laughed and cheered and sprinkled dust,
Lending me to a fairy dance,
But I slept soon as I entered
The chamber, entranced.
I woke up cold and moist with dew,
Lying on some small meadow’s grass;
I stood and saw in front of me
Our yard’s stony pass.
And that’s what happened that young day,
I walked alone the forest’s zone,
With tame not heard and wild unseen,
As night chills my bone.
Alone, had walked the forest’s zone?
The tame not heard and wild, unseen
As night chilled the bone.
Remember once, you felt so glad,
Running towards our group of arms,
Hinting on a child’s adventure;
No words about the charms.
I feel thy hand still growing cold,
Yet keeping strong like vines on mine,
Fingers entangled, slowly slips
Last breaths saved as sign. ---
I walked to depths I’ve never known,
Trees tall and dark of mist and dew,
I then met a playful fairy
Charming true, tiny too.
She hopped and hopped and fluttered ‘round,
Then halting still on air’s vast spread,
She smiled at me and led the way
Through the night that bled.
I followed the light that she was
As dew settled, heavy on me;
She weaved through bends and kept going
Humming like a bee.
She brought me to a tree so old,
Its trunk empty as I could see
A crack was on its crooked side,
Where she then ushered me.
I was then in their feasting place
Circles of little floating ones;
Each of them glowed with so much delight,
And so, sang all at once:
“A child, a child, oh such a child!
Let him come and believe and see,
That he is he and we are us,
Oh what fun this will be!”
They laughed and cheered and sprinkled dust,
Lending me to a fairy dance,
But I slept soon as I entered
The chamber, entranced.
I woke up cold and moist with dew,
Lying on some small meadow’s grass;
I stood and saw in front of me
Our yard’s stony pass.
And that’s what happened that young day,
I walked alone the forest’s zone,
With tame not heard and wild unseen,
As night chills my bone.
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