Forest spirit,
perhaps akin to man,
searching for the safe clearing,
perchance to dance alone
neath a silvered moon,
eyes wary of capture,
draped in leaves and starshine---
you may love her mortal,
but she may take fright at your touch,
bolt for the thicket,
or just become
another aching willow
to whisper when you pass...
perhaps akin to man,
searching for the safe clearing,
perchance to dance alone
neath a silvered moon,
eyes wary of capture,
draped in leaves and starshine---
you may love her mortal,
but she may take fright at your touch,
bolt for the thicket,
or just become
another aching willow
to whisper when you pass...




