"she and she" by Michael pixie john

she and she

the night was hot and fever

crept into my bed

and soon i had departed

by dryad maidens led

to a vast land  a tree'd  tract 

the forests in the borderlands

a headway to the northlands

by the ley and teasing track

deserted winds blew by me

on a long uncharted high way

that was snowbound  fir crowned 

i reached a strange and  newfoundland unmarked on any map

as figures fair and dreamlike

though foreign and outlandish

were friendly and a chatter

and a welcoming assembly by the gate

till between two passing rivers 

as i saw two waiting sisters

with gifts each glowing warmgirl

with no concept of the stranger

assuming no unease 

only seeming to surrender

she and she were wondrous graces 

all in smiles and touches tender

and their reassuring faces

seeming somehow to remember

from the wild and lonely tundra

comes a child a roaming brother

distant sunlit silhouette

as my wanderings were over

so they took me home to shelter

foundling boy receiving favour

with the girl in rare awareness

northern light all colours woven

in the night of  elven  love

when i wake to sparkling mornings

never ever to forget