The Traveler
You look so peaceful lying there
echoes of the day falling off your face
your lips apart, a sleeping work of art
I shouldn't wake you but I must
A whisper you can almost hear
a softest touch is too much to bear
my heart aches and my soul breaks
as I gently murmur to your ear
Your eyes widen when you see
who awakens you under this tree
a forest maiden, a maid forbidden
you stagger startled and rise to flee
My voice binds you to stand still
my eyes coax you into my will
you take my hand, forever banned
I lead you through the woods uphill
The forest king accepts my gift
and blesses my lips never kissed
from my sight at the edge of light
you vanish, a traveler deeply missed
