The symbolism is explicit: Pixie sees me taking the by-way rather than the highway. The mounted knight in the background who is on his way to the castle contrasts sharply with the figure in the foreground who negotiates a thorny path beside a "dark tarn".
Pixie writes a poem in my album in mid-1980.
She sang as no child should
Not like a girl in a house
But as bird in a wood.
What should we do with her then
But watch her grow?
Knowing that soon she would fly -
When sun melts snow.
Linnet the child was called
Small, dark and bright
It is her song we hear
Through day and night.
Pixie sends me a poem by mail in 1982.
You came, like the dear you are,
Altho you were far away,
Adrift, on another star.
We wandered through gardens green,
Walking joyously and without pain,
The sun dove into my skin
Until I was young again.
We ran through the leafy ways
Like children towards the light,
The sorrow that swept your eyes
Gave way to a grave delight.
I called you into my dreams
As sometimes one summons birds -
No more is there death, nor night,
With your unforgettable words.
