Where time stands still

Mountain forest far above

possessing a hidden valley's fern rich glen.

No eyes are there observing

how the sun seems suspended

for hours in the same spot.

 

Mortal feet have never touched its pristine pastures.

unaware how pixies congregate there.

Sprinkling their magic's dust underneath each leaf

dancing at night in glowing circles

around an enchanted tree.

where fairies give the night air

a mystical song

casting a spell upon the forest limbs

swaying so obediently with lilting sounds of flute and harps.

 

Goddess guardian of this timeless glen

sails each eve across the starry sky,

searching for souls she can touch

carrying them on a silvery thought

to spend a few precious heartbeats

among the charmed scenery,

returning before dawn to their beds.

 

Rising in the morn

heart feels incredibly renewed

as if the night had no time

and life had truly stood still.