I was lost; walking in the cold, silver-lit garden of Selene,
-forever growing wild somewhere between life & a dream-
& there I saw every flower-blossom with moon-light teem,
& met her down by where the water streamed- a pale Queen.
I was silent; standing in the cold, silver-lit garden of Selene,
watching, as the Queen dipped each finger into the stream.
I went to her -skin so thin & warm, her eyes so bright & green-
& found she wasn't there- my Queen, the trick of a moon-beam.
I was alone; quivering in the cold, silver-lit garden of Selene,
-now withering away somewhere between life & a dream-
when I saw her eyes again, deep beneath the water agleam,
& reached through to touch her face: my fairy Queen, Ondine.
She sunk below my touch, & was gone. Dedicated to Justine.
