Beltane eve interlude (Part 1) planting a vision

I dreamt I lay in my bed adreaming

King of the faeries, Oberon, lay sleeping

And thruout all my dreams,

Domme morrigan,

You went weaving

We’re planting this Samhain, in the southern

Land, roots in the ground,

Our wishes awaking

To be next to you, Muse,

Awoken in Beltane’s light season,

I go planting dreams, now