summer evening
perfect for strolling
sun just down
light still clinging to the sky
the bewitching hour has come
crushing sweet warm grass
beneath my feet
crossing the clearing
approaching the wood
lights flicker and flash
gold against green
they must be gathering
preparing
the faerie king is to wed
see them moving with their
lanterns guiding each other
to the festivities
what a perfect night
for a wedding
not a cloud in the sky
a cool breeze from the east
bringing scents of a
forbidden garden's spice
deeper in
following the lights
they will not show themselves
but they lead me
further and further
deeper and darker
until-- there it is
in a glade perfectly round
a tiny wedding pavilion
crafted from sticks and leaves
vines, flowers, and spider silk
lights flicker
up and down
beside, below
more than can be counted
it is about to begin
will the king appear?
the cicadas in the trees roar
the crickets scritch and scratch
a stream trickles
melody rises and falls
with anticipation
crescendoing finally and
I blink my eyes
and it is all gone
accept for a solitary firefly
and the summer breeze