Dream A Secret Dream

There is a wooded path, lined & shaded with a canopy of ivy entwined trees.

The bending and swaying white birch are strewed throughout.

There's a mystical drape that sweeps me forward across the forest floor, leading me to a clearing.

A sunny filled field of grass, hay-like tall blades shimmer with a golden hue.

The clearing is a calling, a welcoming of sorts, a "greeter" of the tiny white chapel that sits here tucked away from the world.

A priceless secret, shared only by woodland fairies, forest creatures and those of us who have been blessed with it's magical discovery.

A place that moves the soul, a place that draws me back time after time, a place that whispers in my head, warning me "not to tell" ... for if I do, it's beauty will be lost forever.

I cherish this secret... and dream a secret dream; where a bride in her simple gauze gown, waisted with white satin ribbons, beneath it, only bare feet... and a crown of daisies upon her head, comes traipsing from the chapel.

She stood in this chapel before God and man and committed her life to his, her partner, her lover, her world.

They are surrounded by those they truly love, the fairies and forest creatures look on from afar.

There are picnic-like blankets for relaxing.
Atop a turned over whiskey barrel are baguettes and hard cheeses and in everyone's hand, a bottomless glass of wine.
The soft sounds of the Irish whistles and a renaissance cherrywood fife emit from the innards of the tiny white chapel whose doors are swung open wide.

There is happiness and harmony and a feeling that time has stood still.