Place a token of your love of home in your hand. Speak, sing or meditate on this poem. When you are ready to return, kiss the token.
The Return of the Faerie
Down the slopes of sleep, breathing Myrtle and Nightshade,
a troop of The Outdriven make merry raid again.
Their steeds lift fine limbs of leaf and bracken.
Reedless pipes drive the Rondel to the old Sun-gulfed shrines.
Sleepers toss and stare into their implacable, impeccable
clocks, but no hour chimes the delicate invasion.
Owl and nighthawk swirl around the troupe, for they have retained
the sight of things unreflectant.
One child wakes and sees the tide seep through the walls of his
Then his Soul takes a strange turning to delicious Sugarbush Sumac
and peppery Mugwort.
The River of The Returning floats off another leaf-candle boat...
This time the child does not cry out at his dream, for his flesh
has found the Star-twined tunnel.