Oaths being whispered at dawn
Hidden desires of a fawn
Hidden desires of elves
Secretly enjoying themselves

See them dancing in the moonlight
Rather a dying torch than a fire bright
Making love to the darkness
And pale silver sparks they caress

Sparks illuminating the night
Dedicated to that eerie might
Reflections in cloudy seas
A mirror of broken memories

And the mirror of your dreams
Will be passed on in those deeper realms
Where you dwell among heaps
Of brownish broken leaves

Leaves eternally falling from the tree
And when the last leaf has fallen you'll be free
As free as an illusion can be
And the elves will be laughing with glee

January 27, 1994