I fear she must have wandered far away
I've looked most everywhere, she can't be found.
I find myself adrift
I can't convey those thoughts and feelings locked within my mind.
Fey little sprite, she spoke to me alone
Her magic something only I could know.
She'd made the tree outside my door her home
and played beneath where fragrant flowers grow
I cannot comprehend why she would leave
for lacking me she'll have no way to spread
to human folk the poetry she weaves
euphonic verses sadly left unsaid
For none but I can realize her words
that tell of things that only she can see
She needs my hands and voice so she'll be heard
for mankind sees and hears her via me
That foolish little maid has strayed too long
Her image fading more each day I wait
I pray for her return each day she's gone
Without each other we cannot create...