kiss the stream and

breathe for me and

take me dancing just

when i'm afraid to

push the sun before

you pull the moon

and tell her we'll

be back soon

i'll place roses in your hair

to match your cheeks

and you'll collect rainwater

just for me

and we could go dancing

by the stream

under a night not unlike

a stormy sea

my name would sound wonderful

upon your lips

and your name would taste like tea

sweet bitterness

and we could dance barefoot

through the stream

and it would never be

a forgotten dream

and when the moon has

seen her share

we could greet the sun

with wild hair

a/n: dreaming of dryads and forest boys.