Faeries of the Forest and of Hearth,
hark; hear my cry.
To this sovereign soul, I say goodbye.
I say goodbye!
And for a time, to mend the mind,
within me, I should lie
alone but never far from home,
forever, shall I wonder why.

For loss of self, to someone else,
in time, and time I bide.
'Til therein wrought, should guile my thoughts,
to-whence my mind would fly
to coalesce with what is met
and tie to ties unworn;
as all should cover my apt discovered,
compilation sworn.

I am not stead, and nigh complete.
My life is bred, and further yet
toward, thus, another destiny,
not too discrete, and transient.

So as I hail, I herald thee:
O' Faeries of the Heightened Trees

Whose souls should soar.
Doth I implore:
take pity on sleight'd me.

Forbearing in my casts asunder
of the soul which holds my wonder.
Now I must fledge forth
for what is worth
as is my age old blunder.