The myth has happened in darkness of forest,
near the old druidic altar with the stone.
It was foggy then, shrouded in last summer.
Here a fawn was born at dawn and morn - no woe!
Near the spring that belonged to the moony grove,
naiad Arethusa is sitting on grass.
Artemis - the soft goddess without trouble.
It is the dreamy time for the Blue Hours.
The Utopian time is coming with charm.
The naiad is musing about nightingales.
They were known and famous in the whole land.
Their song - for the sake of dazzling paradise.
Arethusa was not a mortal being.
Artemis is resting new, only dreaming.

Published on January 1st, 2023