by an old drinking well on the grass so green i lay down and fell into a dream by a strange mellow sound from a silver eyed bird i opened my eyes but said no word on the pathway came walking a woman so bold behind her in silence went the old ahead ran the children with joyful cries their faces were lifted to the skies the woman's hair was raven and black as the night covered with stars shining bright as they passed by the well i saw that their eyes were flaming liked many coloured ice they passing by the well like a breeze pure and clean
soon they were nowhere to be seen when i walk up alone on the grass so green i looked into the well to catch the dream the water was rising and i felt a chill i willed the water to be still there was a face in the mirror like a face out of time the eyes held a shimmering shine there was a face in the mirror and the face wasn't mine