Sweet Dreams
Under the willow tree I sit breathing the fairies breath of absinthe
Mid July they come for me
My Dreams are spun in spider silk
Moonflower and moth wings to clothe my foxglove heart
I watch the sky spill her stars
I'll blow a kiss to them and see them scatter across the midnight veil
I am held in the cradle of the Earth
Softly, softly
The moon a silver sliver on my pillow
He tastes of the sweetness of dew
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