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
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