with the morning light comes a fading of the memories of the night of spiral paths round the garden rows secrets, that only the heart knows. with the truth of day night secrets fade away but the heart young and wise remembers visions with night eyes. heady laughter, happy tune spiral dance 'neath a winter moon round and round the garden we go leaping high, bending low a touch of hand, exchange of kiss light romance, Faerie bliss. In the somber light of morning sun daily chores to be done grass to turn into hay mundane order to rule the day but ah with the darkening of evening skies returns the world as seen with night eyes.