A dream - a silver band

A brief impression from a walk in the forest at night

The forest lost its light -

The sun has left this land.

The snow has turned to sand �"

The trees have turned to night.

 

We cross it in our sleep �"

A crow will show the way;

We’ll cross, but we won’t stay �"

This night is far too deep.

No path is ours to keep;

Our dream - a silver band

Our stepts are those of fay

Our quest - to understand

But the forest moves away;

Her dreams are ours to keep

Her dawn - a silent bay

Her night - a queen of sleep.