Heed the warning when days are still,
birds watch but none call out or sing,
something not right- as eyes grow heavy
the land of Nod approaches
when lost in the wood
the Nymphs will call out and sing your name
'come into the waters, yes come play...'
Ahh but mother raised no foolish son turn your back and walk or run,
frolicing with Nymphs is a one way pass down to the mud below ,
they will never let you out or go.
But do go
on tomorrows first light
the Fairies of the meadow are good to know
join in dance of ecstasy, euphoria, jollity
of intoxication, elation, exhilaration.
and in a blink of an eye your left standing alone
where did they all go? was it just a dream?