Lazily she speaks of the lifespring,
though I feel her focus slide from me.
Her dreamsong glimmers of midsummer's kiss
and she breathes a wistful sigh for memories.
"Come back to me one day" she teases,
as I hesitate to move away,
"and I may have more to teach...
come willing, eager, and steady,
and maybe then my lessons will reach
through fear and doubt to make ready
the void where your soul once slept."
"Go now... prepare and allow me my rest..."
Her whisper is a kiss upon my brow
as night descends and urgency moves my feet.
The forest flows around me, my mind full of hope.
I sing offerings of gratitude and farewell,
and wrest myself from her slumbering embrace.