Weaving

The fairing you wear now was woven “yesterday”

I wonder if it not after all, is a little too small.

Is the body just thickened so the fairing now is a prison

or It could be that the pressure coming out of longing?

The next fairing fits better, now you have practised weaving also

the old ones are thrown out to the scrap

and maybe soon you can soar again.

Once the fairing is as it should be, is like you want it,

you can go to the elf-dance at midnight

with a garland of wild flowers in your hair

An elf's delicate hand frees you of the fairing.

Now, you can throw all ties from your shoulders

and receive "the elf-baptism"

while the full moon uses the forest lake as mirror.