An Unnamed Poem, Written By Myself

by Ann Neilson

A mystical summer of dancing faeries and glowing will-o-wisps encompasses the burning heart,

fueled by the pallor of the iridescent moon above.

Ocean waves echo hands gently strumming

the harp in one’s soul,

a raw, gentle movement stirring within.

Shall you too join in the choreographed ballet,

the waltz,

the native dance of heart and harp,

of moon and ocean,

of faeries and will-o-wisps?

Tranquility draws into dewdrops forming a haunting,

melancholy mist over all who watch or weep, who dance or sleep tonight.

Time stops and stirs,

et la danse de la nuit est éternelle.

(Author’s note: please let me know what you think! It’s still in the works, I think.)