She calls to me in my lazuli dream
like a nymph who knows
the song of the stream.
i flutterby like a butterfly,
heeding her hymn.
soft smell of lavender upon her skin.
to land on the lily and look in her eyes
we will never know unless we try.
the sheep in wolfskin, steps out of his guise
is lost in her beauty and drinks of her gaze
he forgets his fear as she makes him feel brave.
she heals his hurts and cures his curse.
When i woke, i wondered what she looked like.