Where the sunflowers hang heavy with seed
and the primroses entice yellow honeybees
there I’ll wait with a basket of leaves
to petal your way into green-lit eaves.
In the copse I’ll grasp sun for your veil
sing and dance, weaving fox rain and spell
shudder and pray, “God speed your way”
on this one in a thousand summer day.
So hurry forth from hearth and home.
Go far into the black forest and roam.
Leave your yarn and crumbs; no tie back
and with my pledge you’ll nothing lack.
Where the sunflowers sag heavy with scent
there our eternal days will be united and spent.
So pick up your feet and fly without delay
to my kingdom of the magical, mystical fey.