by an old drinking well on the grass so green
i lay down and fell into a dream
by a strange mellow sound from a silver eyed bird
i opened my eyes but said no word
on the pathway came walking a woman so bold
behind her in silence went the old
ahead ran the children with joyful cries
their faces were lifted to the skies
the woman's hair was raven and black as the night
covered with stars shining bright
as they passed by the well i saw that their eyes
were flaming liked many coloured ice
they passing by the well like a breeze pure and clean

soon they were nowhere to be seen
when i walk up alone on the grass so green
i looked into the well to catch the dream
the water was rising and i felt a chill
i willed the water to be still
there was a face in the mirror
like a face out of time
the eyes held a shimmering shine
there was a face in the mirror
and the face wasn't mine