Faery Morn

Mist obscures mountain and tree
Leaving only a pewter strip of road
Before me in the silver dawn.
I fancy that the road no longer leads
Where it led me the day before
but will transport me to a land
strangely enchanted with lotus.
In such a place I might forget
The brook’s voice and stone’s whisper
Bound in forgetful daydreams
Of sidhe sights and fey sounds.