Three white deer with eyes of gold
shadowed walk and shadowed hold
all the dreams forgotten, old
that fall from human hearts to mould.

They bear them to the Faerie Queen
who nurtures them and turns them green.
In a grove nearby a stream
she plants a seed that was a dream.

To see, perchance, if it might flower
Bleeding Hearts to ring her bower,
Or, translucent petals ripe with power,
Moonflowers for the twilight hour.

Faery flowers which unfold
reflecting three white deer with eyes of gold
who dappled step mid Oaks so old
they heard the dreams first story told.

When first the Queen went riding there
Oak eyed maid on milk white mare
her fingers wove a magic rare
she woke the trees and spoke them fair.

Called the Lightning Hearted Oak,
Tall Pine and Fir and Yew she woke,
Birch, and Willow, laughing folk
gathered wondering, looked and spoke.

Of three white deer with dreams to bring
to the Queen in her Faery ring,
who breaths a word that becomes a wing
and a dream awakes to sing.