In fearsome forests of my day
you peek through branches,
full of play

reminding me there rares a life
outside the sharpness
of this strife.

I think of you, relent to smile,
remembering
to reconcile

to reach that clearing where you're there,
fresh wildflowers
in your hair.

My impish pixie, earthy muse,
inspire me
to never lose

my way within this wonderland,
where one must trust love,
understand

joys hide behind a memory
for hearts to seek
and minds to free.