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.