Faerie's Dance

Slowly, softly, tiptoe now

Through the grasses tall and blowing,

Whispering to call you, now

Careful to watch where you're going.

As in silence you draw near,

In the clearing's moonlight glowing,

Tiny moonbeams shimmer where

The aged willow tree is bowing.

There as soon as you appear,

You see beside the river flowing,

Faeries dance, then disappear

Quickly, lest you spy their going.

Just as soon they reappear,

Laughter twinkling, eyes full knowing

Of the game they love to play

When a stranger comes unknowing,

To their circle, night or day

A mystery's delight in showing,

Just enough to spin one's head.

Until they tire of games of ploying,

And slowly slip then off to bed.

Faerie Sojourner

©04/18/02