under the lime tree

the only elf i ever met grew moon flower

she smelled of dust and dreams

her hair; stripes of black and silver

under the blush of violet skies

she leant down and told me:

that the fairies made maps

hidden from pirates eyes

and the berries aren’t your friends

the mushrooms invite you to tea

she told me i’m mad

for climbing up her lime tree

i wanted to see the stars

though, her eyes were where they be

shining brighter than moons

my green hair she liked

reminded her of the sea

(i don’t think she’s ever been)

magic isn’t where you think

underneath that lime tree

you’ll find whispers and songs

the flowers carry, naturally

of the moon flower elf

she smelled of dust and dreams