Nachtswärmer

Nestled within the wooded willow ring

Are apple cheeks round and rosy.

Call I do to my dancing darling

Hair bronzed and braided with posy.

Tip toe tender, little lass of mine leaping,

Step light and hum your trilling tune.

Caer Ibormeith waits bonny and sleeping,

Her swan song lilting o’r lullaby lagoon.

Will-o’-the-wisps watch us wanderers wishing

And the fairies dine on dewdrops and dreams, 

Rest my dearest does with eyelashes kissing

Merry missus I’d marry, but she died upon the greens.

Each somber night the song still plays and each night I spend alone,

Reaching for sleep that will not come– wondering if she had known.

The night butterfly 

Where she floats no life can follow

And the day never dawns.