Sunday, July 10, 2011


I know a place where the faeries live
And the crickets 
Are known to roam

 I know a place where no one goes
 And the creatures
 That call it home

It's deep and lost
In the quiet woods
Covered in misty gloamin'

But it's where my feet lead
It's where my heart goes
Every time I go a'roamin'

1 comment:

  1. Ah, that's just beautiful.
    I can see a faerie poking out her head
    to see what human dares to tread!