This morning I was chasing clouds
Now I am watching them
dancing naked by candlelight
Six beautiful nymphs with golden locks
Soft music spreading through my mind
As large willows brush the water’s edge
Should I be spying on a scene from a fairy-tale?
Moving slowly, my bare feet touching water
Looking down, I could not see my reflection
The water clean, clear
Reflecting willow fronds, flickering lights
Where am I?