Younger and wiser and older all-seeing,Dressed up in white and demure by my side.Then came a voice
and as if out of nowhere
Do you need help, you seem lost in this realm?
There stood a faerie, bewitchingly goldenSilken and spun was her hair from the sunStepped forth the reason
seduced by her magic -Stretched out a hand to her beautiful hair.
Won’t you come with me?
The faerie enticed us,
Stop by the hearth of the potter somewhere.
..Brooding I pondered, could faeries be trusted?Should I be swayed from the pathway assigned?Yet I had watched how my reason surrendered
So before airs of a beautiful kind….
Loathe to offend such a glorious being,One who had offered with kindness and grace,Help just when needed. I bowed to the faerie;
Take now your highness my reason away.
Then the wind changed as a wandering mistral,Warm as the breeze on a meadow of wheat,Swift, warm and golden the faerie-bird air-borne
Flew o’er myself that fell under her wing.
Passed by all time as I sailed down the sleep-stream,Far to the land where the doe and stag graze.Home to the garden that blooms East of Eden,Land of the ancestors covered in praise.