I Find Myself becoming lost again...
The music it surrounds me, engulfs me, it pulls at me.
I find my self Dreaming again.
Dreaming those dreams again.
They pull me in.
Tiny doors so very small
As a child I could fit
But now I find I grown to much
Those tunnels so well traveled by me
Those little doors they call to me.
Desending those spiral stone stairs again.
Find my way to the Witch's house.
Visit those changeling children again.
Little rooms little sanctuaries now full of shadows.
Those places I once hid away in. Those safe places.
They now are the dwelling places of my demons, my tiny fears.
But I long for them.
To be pulled back into my Fairy.
Where would you take me now?
Shall I visit Pooka again.
His terrifying coolness...
He was kind to me.
He knew I could not survive his true form.
I thank him for the mask he wore on my behalf.
Thank you Gentle Tree Ogre.
You wisdom shines through still.
Thank you Changeling Hansel & Gretal.
For inviting me to play with