When sky of night
is deep lush velvet blue
and ribbons of pale cotton cloud do play
over silver radiance of moon,
then.......
. .........I look to the faeries dancing,
. through the myste on the meadow greene,
. in their sleek befeathered hats .. and win-ged slippers fine.
. How deft they frolic upon tip of toe into a slide of motion,
. a murmuration, of such grace-ful syn-capation.
. All to the trill of a piper\'s whistle, as multi faceted wings,
. in romance to the light of moon, cast a myriad of rythmic
. rainbow reflected jewels upon.....
. the mystey meadow greene.
An owlish hoot then breaks the night
distracting line of sight
and turning back
for my eyes delight
gone is that faerie craic
. ........Now if upon a one-night such,
. as i described for thee,
. thou catchest sight of such faerie joy
. ignore that damned owl in it\'s tree.