And my mind goes to The Great Everything!
A starlight faerie dances a pretty dance to the moon.
There she croons, on top a stalk of pretty blue leaves, she listens gently to the music box in her head.
The music box plays, to the cradles of a spirit who is alone.
For she has no lover, and her mother rests in eternal sleep mourning her lost children.
The faerie's sniffles become more gentle as Rabbit steps closer behind her.
Quietly, the sound of bells chime an open sea, and the swirls of waves drift back and forth against the sand. In your desolate land, the fog fades and the distorted visions become clear, while the bells turn quieter and quieter, until there is nothing.
As the last bell fades, your deep sleep in hibernation ends, and you wake to find that you are the last,
in a land that has forgotten your name,
and in an age where you've forgotten too.
Now you must re-learn,
but there is no time,
the betrayer comes with no mercy,
and you're but a child in the universe.
Dancing girl,
with the beautiful thread,
you dance in the sun and the rain and in all the leaves of the Fall! If only I could see you anywhere else but here.
For I am mad!
Mad in my own mind,
because I'm not quite over the hill yet,
to see the new born sun,
in a pool of bullies and beasts.
...and in my eyes I see the truth,
the truth of my soul and yours,
for in eternity we will see only one,
and realize that it didn't matter how many there were.
Trip trap, trip trap,
trizzle trazzle trew,
Treble Cleff Tree,
My soul sings to thee, Sparrow tree,
your faerie dust in blue,
Ofcourse it's not you,
It's me!
and the mind machines,
they control you too,
Poor little faerie dust in blue,
But there is a girl,
A nature child rather,
who plays the trumpet in a different key,
A druid of the wood,
A singer to the poor,
She dances too,
In the place she once knew,
In the place left to be,
The prairie dust in me,
But still she sings,
To ones who wonder,
Where is her place?
Faerie dust in blue.
