Little maiden why dos’t though tary?…
Little maiden do not be wary…
If thou must rest…
To relinquish thy fear…
From within thy chest…
Come hither now…
And linger ‘neath…
The old tree’s bough…
pour into my spirit a sustenance
of purity and goodness of soul.
…surreal synapses…
…of a melancholy drone…
…a dream…
…per chance…
…she dared not be alone…
