A cloaking robe of

elvenkind hangs in my

wardrobe behind

All those things that

mother said were proper

for a boy

And I know I could not

say why

On this summer evening

Sixteen books on magic

spells stacked below the cloak of elves

And sixteen books on

magic spells so elegantly

bound

And I know I could not

say why

On this summer evening

And I know

something...something

about you

And I know

something...something

about you



A cloaking robe of

elvenkind hangs in my

wardrobe behind

All those things that

mother said were proper

for a boy