Fevered Mind

A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.

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Soft-toned sunlight flits through gaps,

Like the ancient, star-drawn maps,

That lead us back to yesteryears,

Over oceans man still fears,

To the landscapes untouched by feet,

Where the Fae Folk softly sleep,

Embraced by woodlands that they love,

Kissed by moonlight from up above,

Tread there if you dare, yet have a care,

Lest you fall within their snare,

And join with them in their dreaming,

Slumbering forever ‘neath starlight gleaming.