Dreams of Faeries

she sang of tomorrow
on the lonely glade
surrounded by pale light
from sun clouded over

with flecks of dusts
from yesterdays tears
the last of them
the conquered clan

I dreamed of her
soulful with dark
yellow hair
green gossamer dress

songs lilting over glen
lost in swishing wind
from the land
named after a Goddess

Waking up to eastern sun
far far away
wondering at the sounds
of shaman's chant.