A Faery Moon

muted silver 

shafted light

an ancient oak
smooth and bright

a lofted room
a midnight moon

dryad movement 
silken skin

a moonlight gown
a smile within

a fluted glass
of faery wine

lost in lovely
far from time

arms enfold
a dream becomes

a living world
where songs are sung

and intertwined
with movements light

that ebb and flow
like ocean's night

when moon tide pull
is rolling in

a gentle wave
that moves within

the ocean swell
is sweeping by

and arches briefly
with a sigh

to crest upon
undying land

to rest in shallow pools of light
before the moon begins again

to pull it back
where all began

the village folk
all mourn the loss

of souls who left
the world of men

never seen
nor heard again

they cannot know the reasons why
they left indeed no one denies

free to stay
and free to go

the dryad never ever lied
they chose to stay and never died