Faerie

[DieterM]

The muggy morn lies flat and still,
with tree and bush and fern in gray,
so undistinguished, colourless
and blurred in half-light evenness

The footsteps of the Faerie Queen,
noiseless, drift on velvet paths,
on mossy grounds, on forest trails,
and raven locks swirl in the mist

Her gentle knowing smile illuminates
the shadows under ancient oaks,
the cup of wisdom in her hand,
she pets the branches of our minds

Our whispered questions die away,
a wondrous understanding fills our hearts,
until to Faerie she returns,
leaving a salty pearl under our eyes