Starry skies, looked upon by listless eyes.
Reaching far beyond, where and when memories lie.
Dreams seep into memory's keep.
Imagination with reality meld, while ascensions leap.
The way is led by the moon-clad Fae.
To begin, one must find them, if you even may;
They are there where things get lost,
through the mushroom circle, being wary of the cost...
May you find the lone mushroom home,
If you're ready to let go of what was once known.
This is really nice.
I love this! Especially her cute little faerie butt!!!