In dreams I've seen a Golden Wood
That holds the Riddles of the World
And I've trod upon a Hidden Path
To which shadowed strangers often have
Lead me to its Gate.

Strange sights I saw while all alone
Like candle light encased in stone
And heard I laughs and music low
Which lead me to where I did not know
For I had wandered off the path.

Then an unknown voice did call to me
From the bowers of the shaded Trees
A stranger's voice, yet one I knew
And I ran through the grass and sleepy dew
Just to find that Voice.

----Amalthea of the Children of Twilight