To Waltz upon the dew.
To look upon your handiwork,
While morning still is new.
I come into your meadow fair,
To laugh upon the lawn,
To stare upon a red-blue sky,
Working magic come the dawn.
I come into your forest fair,
To sing among the trees,
To sway carefree amidst the leaves
Come full the noon-day breeze.
I come into your greenwood fair,
To watch the sunlight play,
As it dances towards the dusk,
And sparkles like the fey.
I come into your grove so fair,
The cloak of night comes round,
To gather stars within its sweep
And shine upon the ground.
I come upon your world so fair,
And think on what I've seen
Then fall to sleep with Gods of old,
And dream on moon-beam wings.
(by Patricia Telesco)
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