beranyth

One, two, three steps Taken by light-footed chance Through a hollow-hearted wood.   Empty it stands, as if in dreams, Twigs rattled by the taunting wind Whispering the empty promise of song Not by human voices sung Perhaps fairies, whose feather fairy steps Trace the pathways of the wind. Calling mortals to take the chance To find in the waking world a world of dreams In the arms of the encircling wood. A child steps into the wood On her lips a simple song Chasing the shadows of her dreams. Into the forest she takes her steps Path and purpose left to chance Her only guide the wind. The dancing of the lacy wind Intrudes on