A late night walk,
through the garden,
through the Court of the Fae,
knowing they watch as I watch them
From the distance, the distance
between dreams and waking,
where nothing is real,
and everything is forever.

Dreaming every day,
surreal moment by moment,
wishing I can awaken,
and knowing I did, during that walk
through the garden,
through the Court of the Fae,
knowing they watch as I watch them,
from a distance, through the trees,
nature surrounding us.

Something grows there, in the garden,
though the time is the heart of winter,
though everything around us is ready,
ready to be reborn.
Something awakens us from the dream,
and has it begin again.
The Court of the Fae calls us,
The Fae of the Court beckon us,
for us to become like them,
Children of the Forest,
Followers of the River,
dreamers of a dream nonstop.

A dream different than
the dream I've dreamt of life.
A dream different than
every waking moment in life.
Between slumber,
Before awakening,
I felt like I was there again,
and I know I could not be there,
not soon enough.

::December 1, 2002 02:16 PM

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