Out peeled the bell o’er my hypnotised head.
My eyes opened wide as I sat up in silence,
Raising the silver shield up from my bed.
The bright, ruby ring I had plucked from the deep stream –
Blood of a rosebud that sparkled in my eyes –
Finely it glimmered, a star pink as sunrise.
By the night river of clear running water,
I had watched servants weave garlands of wonder,
Maidens make ready for dancing and feasting,
Faerie-folk tending the flowers of summer.
Somewhere were singing the undines…. A page-boy
Whispered of treasure to those who could listen,
Spoke of a ring that endowed one with wisdom
All who would go there were seeking this treasure –
Moonlight enraptured the realm of enchantment –
Nowhere directions for those without vision –
Lost beyond time in a place of deep dreaming.
Fed by the fountain of memories, like snow-flakes,
They watched without seeing in shadows of knowing,
Drank without thinking a draught of forgetting.