Fay Way

Her fairy ways and airy wise

Do match the magic in her eyes.

No glamour could from me conceal

The charms her open arms reveal.

With vastest voice or softest speech,

Her words through endless worlds can reach.

I heed decrees and arcane calls

That hie me through her haven’s halls

Where chantments without count can hide

While she in shifting pose would glide.

A forest of her forming waits

Beyond black horn and ivory gates.

A clime she’s made where spring resides

Through all of earthly seasons’ tides.

Her weather’s fair, but if she’s fain,

She’ll summon up a soothing rain.

The stuff of stars does coat her cloud.

With grace of space is it endowed.

Her jewel-like jungles glow and gleam

In tune with her candescent dream.

Her far and unknown fields abide

While I with all my swiftness ride

To seek her sancitified estate

Where she my faith in full may sate,

For there is placed a promised fate

That is at last in full descried.