You remember now

Yes, you remember 

Now you remember how

How it makes you think 

Of fairies, and forests

Trees, yes, how they wave and dangle

Above in the air, up so high

It is summer, 

Though the dustful sunrays light you up blandly

And the whispering winds tickle your hair

It is summer, and there is some deadness

Some forest suffered fire, last decade ago

But you still hold beauty's hand

As your heart dips swiftly below

There is birdsong, and how it is pretty 

But it is only a figment you invented

Five, four, three midnights ago

When you and your lonesome unconsciousness

Longed, sought, reached for those golden hills

For this meadowy land is filled

With silent, tip-toed, fluttering footsteps 

As the branches bristle and clouds unexist

Your knees beheld your fall

Just like the leaves, fairies, dust

How could they be out,

On this stagnant morning, 

Whatever for, whatever about?

Is it your way of resting unendlessly

For you know, whether it is the day or the night

Or the midnights of prior, which my lips aspired

Do you feel your feet on the grass?

 Dead and dry

Though it is summer

Yes, sunshine unending, summer

Though there is deadness

And the tallness holds pride

Bark-strippen figures

Like statues, to fall

Yes, it is summer

The dust starts to drawl

The stream is dried up

The last trickle went astray

So the fairies have passed

Oh so far, oh so ever

away

Figures to fall

And diers to crawl

Are you unsure?

About your conspiring to know

The secrets the stream kept

Like the name that does flow

Numbly down your spine

It holds nothing of mine

Nothing in your hand 

But the other, it holds beauty

And her bones lie all array 

All spotless, all white

Ageless devotion

To her subjects of nigh

Her crown of precious flowers

Down forever, now it dies

Now it cowers

Now it stands

Up in the dangling

Proud of the trees