Oh, how he wished
to be the wind
so when she bore her flesh
he might caress her with his breath!

Or a bee
seeking nectar
to land upon her
floral skin
to become drunken
ne'er to spill a drop.

Limbs become limp,
she could stay
within his arms
Oh! she, living starlight!

On a tall stone bridge below the falls
I saw a Druid watch the sky.
The wind teased the branches of the great tall oaks
their leaves clattering sound
like the skirt of a desert dancer.
How still the Druid seemed! Unmoving 'midst the breeze.
I asked him what he sought among the hills at twilight.
Not a word he said, but motioned with his gnarled staff
To thick grey clouds above the highest peak.

By glance upon the emerald dale
a laird rides 'pon the crest
Grasping in his calloused hand
a Faerie Maiden's tress.

One tress for infinity,
two cut for grace divine.
Three tresses for the Trinity,
and four for wealth of time.
Five beats of a Sparrow's wing,
Gets six maidens pon your perch.
Seven for good luck in life,
Eight for endless mirth.

The pompous laird rode proudly on,
Unwary of a Siren's song.
She led him to the river's edge,
And scalped him come the breaking dawn.

Oh, beneath a grinning sky
Nine old suns in envy.
The youngest star in bloom.