the world thru a looking glass
so many pretty colors
that no one sees but me
the sun slanting warmly upon
my poetic melancholy

where ancient leaves
descend from heaven
regal, majestic
to bless the earth

as i lay nestled 
in the arms of the Autumn Queen
dreaming of enchanted days
in misty woodlands

where elven songs rise up
on fluted melodies
and ghostly children's voices
shimmer on the edge of dream

Faith is here 
in her Golden Dress
with her Mysterious Smile

waiting for me.