Hylas was a poet
A warrior, and friend
A companion of Heracles
Became tired, exhausted even
From the epic journey
Still without end
Laying upon the river bank
He heard the water rush
And soon fell asleep
And there he dreamed
Of the world called
The land of the Faer
Filled with beauty
And longing
And magic
He woke with a start
To see a nereid watching
From water's edge
As he slept
He couldn't decide
If he was awake or still dreaming
So he gently welcomed
Her attentions
And drifted
Back to dream
Of where he was
In sleep
