Fickle Fairy
nymph of the night and the forest
tripping lightly over leaf and stem
she dances through the dark dark hours
as always, searching for him
with eyes as bright as the stars
sparkling through the gloom
she travels from flower to flower
heading straight for her doom
for to fall in love is no favor
no blessing, no boon, no gift
she senses that there is another
all feeling is reft and adrift
she knows his love is fleeting
but she catches a glimpse so rare
and continues on her journey
through time, and wonder, and air
all elements meant to please
but seldom in the right light
he goes on his way quite merrily
traipsing through the night
most cetainly aware of her presence
the one who desires him so
he makes himself most hard to get
the game is much the show
looking back quite often to make sure
she following his lead
He leaps and soars and dives ahead
leaving traces of essence to heed
She picks up his scent
and her spirit goes wild
the nearness of him
is no wonderment mild
her heart beat quickens
it starts to race
he's there before her now
face to face
her smile is radiant
spreading warmth and love
dreaming of heaven
in the flowers above
he kisses her then laughs
and jumps up to a petal
she follows with a leap
a moonlight tryst to settle
into his arms she tumbles
they make much use of the night
she awakens in the morning
remembering with delight
but he of the wind and shadows
has gone back from whence he came
she lies among the blossoms
and wonders of his name
Surely another night will come
in every way like this
and she'll be with him again
in magical, mystical bliss
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