Lay your head on a feathery moss Freeze your mind and drown in doss See the places you have never been Let the magic begin Bountiful gilt Stained the green Neverending wilt Covered the scene Fanciful shades Gathered on the glades Wheezy summertime slowly fades Mummified grass Cloaked the lanes Faint ruddy brass Coloured the plains Deep in the haze A pristine race Is beginning to sing witching lays Wonderful ballads are lugging away You wont be back if you leave the way Sometimes a wellknown voice can be heard in the choir From a nebulous mire Are they contented or just magnetized? Enfettered and still mesmerized
wheezy, lugging, enfettered, ruddy, feathery