Boysmut

Dreary snows that fall and freeze Leafless do we stand at length Of Oak and Beech in fairy realms Stood to watch their yule exchange Of dance and songs in the breeze Swaying sweetly side by side To sway too close and tangle with thee A Beech can only wish To frozen kisses from snow's embrace And limbs that extend so far in plea Soft is my despair, winds beckon you away My Oaken love ever out of reach Soft the snow falls, heavy with no grace Fae royals disappear, alone am I with my oak Leafless, cold, here we stand together Unnoticed do I yearn, a Beech can only wish.

Wicked is the nymph Sat upon beech leaves Whispers of sorrows long forgotten A shadow in the midst In the midst of fears Dreams gone awry Terrible pains haunt the roots Could hope spring fourth Spring fourth from above From better trees than I Of Oaken solace and acorn schemes Save what's left What's left of hollow wood Where beechen leaves fall The Oak of life spilling acorn tears And here I'm freed Freed to you.

Gloomed be the day No soul dares tred outside The dancing of drums through the streets Heavens close to our world Sweet dreary sound Falling swift and cold That I could step into such a cleansing mess Darkened drops in winded peril Enriched dreams The swaying of wicked trees Velvet leaves lost to the deserted floor Still the drumming never ceases Should I give in Dreaming a better fantasy at last To sit within a forest sweet Surrounded by the kin of my Oaken king Oh but to fall The drumming high atop our branches My king and I will sit tonight Acorns dropping and Oaken fae set free Bitter musings To be in that forest But day arises, my d

To love so true and words unwritten Not as a muse or any such fickle thing An imp set to toy with our emotions Driving mad who it ensnares countless hours Both night and day But as a calming flow of sweet sentences Uttered from lips unseen to be written down A dream amidst all hopelessness In a world I never wished to take part in A mess of words I never realised I desired to say From my sanity Which suffers blow by blow An assault not once to be expected Those most intense yet soft of eyes With universes all to their own To my very heart Unknown to all things yearning Swayed by the kindness never seen Candied words that dear love murmurs