In An Enchanted Forest
Groggy, I lay my unsteady head down.
My soul coiled from turmoil, soon forgotten.
To a whirling tunnel I fall, fall, fall;
a sleep that knits a cradle of cotton.
Amid an enchanted forest, yielding
old timber with faces, and creeping plants.
Where wildlife talk and rainbow fairies dance
all frozen in time by mistral wind chants.
I'm jealous of the nights. Oh, so alone
wanting to spend it with someone I love
swept away in the darkness tenderly
loving me even with the light above.
I turn to sound of shuffling leaves. The door
irised open and tendrils of blue smoke
bands of warm magic made my skin tingle.
The Prince of my dreams came through, then I woke.
11/10/12017
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