Into The Faery Hill 3/28/00

Beneath a moon
bouncing low over distant treetops,
I found a door in a Faery hill,
joined the Shining Ones,
dressed in their green and golden dewdrops.
In countrysides never seen,
there were many empty lanes,
ending at many houses,
and into these
the feast welcomed us.
We drank our fill
Of hyacinth wine,
and danced to the trill
of flutes and birds.
Though warned not to eat or drink,
I did so heartily,
for I wished
never to leave this place.
Even if a prisoner I would be,
forever.