For Sophia

Rihannon.

The face, in silence, waits alone for the night,

As darkness claims this waning and shallow light

A stream runs through this scene as is cut by a knife

The ghost-like mist rises in a mad swirl of life

The shadows laugh and mime the trees

The sun vanishes like a thief into the leaves.

The woman, whose face now looks out across the moor

Looking for him to come across the stream to her shore

The blanket of night steals out across the sleeping lands

She lets her hair down, and slowly raises her hands

The faeries come to dance in the silver moonlight

A grand ballet for the still of this, the last night

Her face becomes wet with the dew from the starry sky

The crickets play harmony to the wolf’s lonesome cry

Then she sings her passion in love’s desperate song.

He comes in silence, softly through the spirit throng

She surround by the fauna of the untamable wild

Robed only in beauty, half a woman, half a child

He walks on the water, the grace of a black cat

He moves like the wind, the blur of the winging bat

He comes from the mystery to find her in this place

To capture the moon, steal the stars, end this chase

She gazes up at him, light falls on her silken wings

He whispers to this faerie-

            “Rihannon, I love you.” As she sings

She sings again, lost in the night

For Sophia