-memory’s- day has gone night has come only moonlight shows the way down hickory scattered passages, still time to go before day “The woods are lovely dark and deep, but I have many promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep” I whispered to the night, as I listen a raven takes flight the wind blows a soft breeze as if whispering to me with ease I can hear the fae running ugly horrific they may look or they may be or beautiful and kind… or beautiful and horrible I wouldn't know Their cause will be forever unknown to me I just hope they leave me be I travel on through the night, the leaves sway as a small kite home may be far away but I would stay here until day the moon still low to the ground night has much time to be found day still has to wait though I will be fine with any fate modern gods mean nothing here, we can get away from all the fear wolves howl, owls rustle the trees. I could never be more at ease Dew berry leaves. bumble bees hum. candle lit passageways with little sweet goods and stowaways I know time will fade away, I have learned it will many times though to stay I would pay the world's supply of pennies and dimes bones, beetles, mushrooms and such. I carry them with me in a tight clutch The trees fade away as does the last of the sun the night now rules over the sky’s winds whisper and the moth flies a pause to look the trees behind me yet the vast in front I can see a candle lit cottage on the edge of the coming woods and so the night pushes through and so do I toads croak their nightly song a raven flaps its wings as to almost sing along times loses itself and the stars align as to give me a sign Without a thought in my awestruck head I run now the stars above my head I come to a stop now near the cottage a beautiful garden a whisper of wind makes the candle light dance I slight knock on the little wooden door An old woman opens it I let out a small gasp just the same “Hello my dear for it has been time since I’ve seen your face and you’ve seen mine” A memory floods into my brain I remember this place the little wood cottage on the edge of the woods my little old mama’s reading us books my little sweet sister gasping at every page my little old childhood gone far away I could never wish more that I could stay I walk past the tapestries we made together walk past the old bathroom who’s titles always stutter past the little old framed photos of us playing in the sun to my other little old mom always baking in the kitchen time fades. I look up at her young face as she dances with mama. The sun shines through the stained glass windows. We made them together, My little young hands always grabbed the pie frist my little young sister whining her way into half of what was mine the little young table my mama’s made from scratch the little young memories of us on our porch little young memories of our young little cows little young memory’s of our playful little puppy little young memories of our fast little kitties little young memory’s of finding little young mushrooms to cook into stew little young memories of the pure blue sky little old memories of a childhood gone by
