The Girl in the Forest

I wrote this for Mom for Christmas. It's a little late making it's way here.

You are the fairy

In the festival

In the forest

In the future

Gathered ‘round

By every lacquered lion

Jumping free

Of the merry-go-round

Of every birthday

You slipped away from

So quietly in the night

Through summerbalmed windows

In a gown made of

Dragonflies’ wings

And mothlight

It was left in

A box

Buried deep in

The murmeringsoft grass

Under the greatest tree

Slicing the sky gorgeous

With the lace

Of its dark and gentle heroism

Left there for her to keep

And while you frenzy,

It will sleep

And wait for you

To stir

And touch the life

Around you

Wrap your fingers

In the lion’s mane

And breathe relief

For he holds you

Soft and steady

Painted gray

Lamplight pink

The bending black

Only found

On the pages of

Late night books

Read while you

Listen to the night

Breathing with you,

Breathing with you,

And the fairies who follow

Light your window

And your way

Away