To walk on airy beams of light and life

                            To walk on the airy beams on light and life.

                                                      To touch, to hold, to kiss,
                                              to walk on airy beams of light and life.
                                I hold you in my arms and dare to dream of exquisite nights.
                      Such is my fantasy when I see a sylph-like shape dart near me into the woods.
                                          Quickly I follow, but come no closer to you.
                                            Finally, I stand perplexed, hands on hips.
                                                I hear you giggle and I turn around.
                                I am closer, but still too far to discern if you are woman or fairy.
                                        You glide through the woods, but I am not far behind.
                                                        Then suddenly I lose you.
                                                    I wander deeper into the forest,                                 
                                              trespassing where no man dares to stand.
                                                I move forward, and enter a small glen.
                                You stand before me, a shimmering evanescence of beauty.
                                            Dark brown hair cascades on your shoulder,
                                      framing a perfect face dominated by large green eyes.
                              A garland of white and purple wildflowers is woven through your hair.
                            Your translucent dress adorned with live butterflies reaches your ankles.
                                            I am transfixed by the power of your glamour.
                                            You back away, moving to the darker woods.
                                I gesture for you to come closer, but you shake your head no.
                                Then you smile, and the twinkling light in your eyes says yes.
                                                              How am I to know?
                                                                What am I to do?
                                            I turn, and you beckon me into an airy glade.
                                Shafts of light penetrate the darkness to reveal a grassy area.
                                        Your hand seeks mine and pulls me to the forest floor.
                                    I am touched by the Queen of the fairies and cannot resist.
                              You put your hands behind my head and pull me to your waiting lips.
                                              I close my eyes and drink your sweet nectar.
                                                      Morning comes and you are gone;
                                                          was it real, or just a dream?             
                                    A long silkin hair on my chest tells me that it was no dream.
                              I must find you again, for no mortal woman would ever feel the same.
                                                        I would walk on beams of light.