A love poem from a time long gone by. |
To walk on the airy beams on light and life. To touch, to hold, to kiss, to walk on airy beams of light and life. I hold you in my arms and dare to dream of exquisite nights. Such is my fantasy when I see a sylph-like shape dart near me into the woods. Quickly I follow, but come no closer to you. Finally, I stand perplexed, hands on hips. I hear you giggle and I turn around. I am closer, but still too far to discern if you are woman or fairy. You glide through the woods, but I am not far behind. Then suddenly I lose you. I wander deeper into the forest, trespassing where no man dares to stand. I move forward, and enter a small glen. You stand before me, a shimmering evanescence of beauty. Dark brown hair cascades on your shoulder, framing a perfect face dominated by large green eyes. A garland of white and purple wildflowers is woven through your hair. Your translucent dress adorned with live butterflies reaches your ankles. I am transfixed by the power of your glamour. You back away, moving to the darker woods. I gesture for you to come closer, but you shake your head no. Then you smile, and the twinkling light in your eyes says yes. How am I to know? What am I to do? I turn, and you beckon me into an airy glade. Shafts of light penetrate the darkness to reveal a grassy area. Your hand seeks mine and pulls me to the forest floor. I am touched by the Queen of the fairies and cannot resist. You put your hands behind my head and pull me to your waiting lips. I close my eyes and drink your sweet nectar. Morning comes and you are gone; was it real, or just a dream? A long silkin hair on my chest tells me that it was no dream. I must find you again, for no mortal woman would ever feel the same. I would walk on beams of light. |