Roaming in the forest on adulthood’s eve,
are those whispering voices or do ears deceive?
An uneasy sense of being observed,
then fog rolls in and the path is obscured.
A drink from the spring, then lay down to sleep,
despite youthful strength, the body grows weak.
Pixies approach in the moonlit night,
whisper and sprinkle with wanton delight.
Make ready the chosen from youth to be freed,
empowering with potential and creating a need.
Dreams of fertility and a more fecund worth,
transformation, rapture and a glorious rebirth.
Awaken renewed in a feminine idyll,
endowed with the capacity to bear a child.
Bill Diamond lives in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado and writes to try and figure it all out.