Shiver slip sigh cry
Keep low look high
Lost and found in the round
It spins and drifts and somethings a miss
Hope to float and rise
Feel the drag of the sky
Real is not what we see now
Going going somehow
Guess is right but not tonight
Tomorrow it will be true but only for you
Vixens dance, pixies prance, and faries fly
Whispers slither up your spine
Placing stories deep
Shiver slip sigh cry
shiver in anticipation
Slip in the imagination of the mind
Sigh to the woes of stories told
Cry for the love not lost but found