I sing away the daylight hours

A fiery dance begins to flower

A fairy pomp upon the lake,

A shimmering pool of silver make.

 

The fairy queen appears at last,

The water calms to silver glass.

With skin so pale and hair so dark,

But eyes such deep, dark blue,

 Filled with spark.

 

I dream away the twilight hours

The sky holds splendors of dusky power.

She dances upon a lily pad,

 

Her slippers the color of crimson wine

A gown of fresh honeysuckle leaves,

Stitched in full with violet vines,

 

A crown of woven golden fire,

Burning with soft, bright, warm desire

Silken hair twined with lilac braids.

 

I lie a prisoner in midnight hours

Wakeful in its damask towers,

Then moon glimmers upon the lake,

Too divine to ever forsake,

 

The fairy king draws on apace

His eyes with emerald stars are laced,

With skillful grace he takes her hand

Upon her finger, he bequeaths a band

A ring of alluring silver flame

Like a lioness roaming alone, untamed

Inspired by John Milton’s “Sabrina Fair“

“Sabrina fair
Listen where thou art sitting
Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,
In twisted braids of lilies knitting
The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair;
Listen for dear honour’s sake,
Goddess of the silver lake,
Listen and save.”