Upon Meeting a Fae in the Woods

Upon Meeting a Fae in the Woods
Carrie Viscome Skinner © 2014

Tight
the words
that creep down my tongue
on a night
so dark as this,

The stars
cannot gage
their lost
intent
as I stammer
and stutter
in vain.

His eyes on mine
taking charge
of my sight
I see
what he beckons
I see.

In the space
that lies
between
particles of light
I am held
outside
of time,

Within his mind
I am folded
in his
moss covered arms
I am shielded
till night’s
kiss
awakens
the dawn
and my sighs
return
to dust.