Dreaming Eve
H. K. Kendall
This sylvan dell wherein we dwell
Speaks not of heaven nor of hell
Yet lies between where faeries dream
and dance their tip-toed visions well
On through the night in candlelight
Lit by the Moon’s own servants brightly
Flying low and breathing slowly
Mesmerized by Time’s own flight
I lie awake at Lilith’s Lake
Entranced by dancing moments
Making Earth-met-Sky a lullaby
Whose song unsung would surely break
My heart in twain, yet once again
Dawn’s rose-lipped petals call my name
And now I hear, enchanting-clear
A Bell-so soft twill charm my ear
I must away! Ere break of day
shall steal my heart unto the Fey
Though now I know my soul must go
Where Love’s own bosom fears to flow
Away, afar! Mom’s shining star
will light the way for all who draw
Through phantom depths with listless steps
Toward mortal breath untouched by Death.