Dance In The Moonlight

A nymph-like figure
Glided in the glade.
Her long flowing tresses rippled gently in the wind.
'Follow me, my cautious lover, '
She whispered to me
'Dance in the moonlight
And sip the Ambrosia.
We'll travel to the stars and back
In the space of a hare's breath.
We'll hold tea for two
In the garden of the fairies.
The daffodils and marigolds
I will wind in your hair.
We'll sing a song of gladness
And the wind will speak your praises.'
She gestured once more
And then she was gone.

by Charlotte Ballard

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I thought this gave a pretty picture and it read well