She’ll pass through the wood
In her midnight-blue gown.
Always she visits
The sleepy old town.
Many have seen her
But none know her name.
She does not speak to them;
It’s all the same.
Folk say her weeping
Brings trees from the ground,
Tears like a river—
O! mournful, the sound.
A lad claimed she joined him
On a moonlit walk…
But he can’t describe her,
So how can he talk?
One thing is for certain,
She reigns in the night,
Pale as a moonbeam,
To some a great fright.
Good mothers tell children
Not to stay out late.
One doesn’t know
When the Lady doth wait.

Carpets of starlight
Roll over our lands,
Gardens we tilled
With our own hands.

A dark, silken ocean
Flutters beyond;
Her song is sweet,
Her reach is long.

Fireflies twinkling
Pay us no mind.
Their faint lights
Leave us behind.

Summer has ended,
Autumn is come.
The flowers know
Their work is done.

“May I have this dance?”
Said the ancient oak
To the pine-tree grand,
She who never spoke.

“Won’t you move with me?
For our roots are strong,
And we both have seen
Moments far too long.”

Then he held his breath,
Hoping she’d agree.
O! the wait was death
To this wizened tree!

Pine-tree trembled, shy;
Oak resolved to wait.
Let the years go by,
For their love was fate.

Better watch your step,
Stargazing again!
Pay attention to the sign.
Don’t focus so much on rhyme.
You’ll wake up—but when?

Stuck in your own head,
You’ll soon fall behind.
There’s a trap you can’t escape
When your thoughts are not in shape.
Seek, but you won’t find.

Soon the Moon will turn.
Stars, they come and go.
Better look down at your map;
It’s forgotten on your lap.
Perhaps then you’ll know.

With the proper Madness,
I will gather all the stars
In a wicker basket, for
The Universe is ours.

Let me live in Wonder of
The things they cannot see:
I have tried the safer path.
It had no room for me.

Why are you not dreaming?
Don’t you feel a spark inside?
Who has said you’re living life,
If Madness you must hide?