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