Out walking in the woods after midnight
I carelessly stumbled upon a gathering
I sat down behind a gnarled oak and listened.
”I remember,” one said ”when the moon was closer
to earth. Our magic was far stronger then”
Above me the stars twinkled, in grass starlight glistened.
The gathering let out a collective sigh.
I shifted, leaves rustled, they were quickly alert.
A Fae whispered, close to my ear, ”Why are you here?”
”I can’t sleep, so I walk, the moon leads my path.”
”You must sleep with the moonlight upon your face” she said,
”All creatures dream deeper when the moon is near.”
”Throw open your curtains let the moon in.
Your dreams will come quickly, your sleep will be longer.
Sleep in the moonlight, this light will escort you.”
‘Your father slept with the moon flooding his face.
Did you forget all your people ever taught?
This is an old knowledge we granted. It’s true.”
I heard my father speak from afar in his grave
Deep in the earth beneath the dead leaves
”Ah yes the moon, bathe in its grace, follow the moon.”
I thanked the Faerie and stood up to leave
My father’s voice and moonlight shone in my heart
”Sleep well mortal,” said the Fae, ”Night will end soon.”