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Into The Wild Oaks

Into the wild oaks we dance,
To sing and play and find romance,
For in oak limbs the fae folk play,
And beckon us back the following day.

Scented of nectar and twilight's mist,
Surely you felt that faery's kiss!
What? You can't see them prancing wild?
Then sadly, you've lost your eyes-of-a-child.

Come BACK AGAIN, to the wild oaks,
But first shed your worldly skin,
With faerie dust sparkles, your eyelids we'll kiss,
To the let the fae back in!

- by Carol Ochs