"and it was in such a way as to be called magical by some,
by others a stretch of the imagination.
That in this hollow, hidden deep in the forest,
an instant of enchantment passed my way.
Where upon nights air impassioned fireflies alight,
to whispered dreams in gentle flight.
A silent morning breath awakes my soul to rest at ease,
my mind in fairies to believe."

Reproduced here, with the kind permission
of
The Goatman’s Cafe