Follow Me Into the Woods My Dear
By Francesca Q.
Follow me into the woods my dear
the leaves are green with fragrance fair
Follow my steps each footfall clear
the cloven shapes, makes one to stare.
Follow my shadow when sun is hidden
let milky moonlight become your guide
And as for Faeries who come unbidden
their promised love will not abide.
Follow me under the bowing Willow
the earth beneath your form is humming
I've made for you a downy pillow
so drowse my dear, our storm is coming.