Who is she who beckons me,
hair of gold, voice so sweet,
gossamer wings, swift of feet?
She leads me deeper into the floresta,
this muse, this fairy of delight.
She calls, lures…teasing laughter
fills the air. I follow her for I
have no power to resist. Who is
she who leads me on?
I am enchanted, willingly I
follow for my inner most being
knows this elusive one is
simply my own soul urging me to
leave this world of illusion, sorrow
and woe; to enter the floresta of
dreams where all possibilities lie.