TO MY FAIRY LAND

Above those trees; none of mine,

The far away twigs; natives here,

Like a crow flashing there; Fearless;

The greenery fluttering there, in gusty wind;

I fly, on wingless desire,

In the deluge of my bountiful love,

Far away, to my fairy land.

In each rush of air, I sniff it;

The villas and orchards and silky sand.

The dearest is there, and the coveted

So shall I fly in drifting wind

Across the firmament, bodyless.

My legs grow wide and long

To diagonally cut this rounded earth;

To reach the saturation point

So to clasp tightly, thus

Not slipping my fondest belonging.