In the heat of a Midsummer day,
I lay my weary head.
Amid a field of poppies,
Such a firey shadde of red.
At twilight of that Midsummer day,
I awoke with a start.
To see a Fairy Lord and his Fair Lady,
Perched above my heart.
As I gaze at them in awe and wonderment,
The Fairy Lord askes with sheer amusement,
"Silly Child, Have you not your own bed?"
When I find my voice,
I finally reply,
"I ment no offense my Lord,
The day was so warm,
Mother Earth Looked so lush,
Though I admit,
I hadn't ment to sleep til dusk."
The Fairy Lord smiled his understanding,
His Fair Lady laughed with glee,
As they continued to sit with me.
The Lady Moon rose,
Full and bright,
We broke my eveing fast,
And spoke late into the night.
When our time came to an end,
I placed a token of gratitude upon the land,
While the Fairy Lord and His Fair Lady,
Fluttered to the bend.
Just befor they disappeared from sight,
The Fairy Lord called to me,
"Dear Child, though you you are young,
You practice of Old.
Come break your evening fast with us,
Another night." |
Submission Name: Midsummer Dream
