The Garden Well

When faeries pause on April's eve,
meet me at the garden well,
for I have secrets yet to tell,
hiding between trellis and swing.

Playing with the plumb-bob
Tired and anticipating what
this night may bring. Moonlight's
Last breath, fog thickens, our pulse quickens,
dancing as wildfire hearts.

Burdened by nighttime revelry,
this night is where discovery starts.
Find me at the garden well,
I have so many secrets left to tell.

Visions to enchant, and dreams to share.
Begin the day, while faeries are left to play
A fine place to start, to take the deepest dare.
While others are tucked away

I bend forward and steal a kiss,
then another. I will show you the things I need
And let you solve mysteries unrevealed.