BowofAnariel

She talks to faeries, though earth bound She's of the moon, my lovely loon. One wing out and one wing in of where the edges fray and thin, Leading off to otherwhere. Threads of aether in her hair, Lachrymose she tarries here Halfway lost and halfway found T'ween the toadstools, hunkered down Wond'ring why they left her here A grounded creature of the air. Silly loon,you are a door. That is what they left you for. Halfway ours and halfway theirs Seeing clearly through your tears A peephole to a far off place Called by songs of Otherspace