White Forest

Come float within the forest of what seems
Where everything is light and white and birds
Trill to approving lullabies in dreams
And all bow courtly to desiring words
That echo inexhaustibly throughout
Its paths and dales and through each nodding tree
That answers yes devoutly without doubt
Come now approach and show yourself to me
You truthful men who stumble in the light
That animates my realm and here come stand
While I sit spinning on my wheel the white
And frothy gossamer that makes this land
Where nothing ever need be make believe
If you believe in me and what I weave.