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 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.)