It seems like a figure dances in my mind, a strange dance of ghostly beauty, but one I cannot truly see. There is no music to that dance, no beat, no pulse, no sound. Like a fairy queen passing through the trees hidden by a dark shroud. A voice it seems to call my name, from somewhere inside my mind, calling to deep green hills, hills where fairies dwell. Tall dark trees and endless paths, they call me there to dwell...
thanx
Regrets lead to wistfulness...
But that's just my opinion...So,well...it's not really reliable ^^
Well I will go with you being right in this case. ^^