Chancing upon the enchantment of trance

She calls you from beyond the stairwell,
Ringing the blue bells of springs beauty sprung.
Won is my heart, yet Love lay un-sung.

I amongst the Roses bloom
In velvet purple garments swoon.
Beneath the stars, beneath the moon
I alone still play the loon.

I amongst the Fey do dance
Chancing upon the enchantment of trance.
In circles we turn.
Burning our soles upon the floor.
Who could want for more?

I amongst the grass still grow
Upon the hill beneath a blanket snow.
Thank the goddess, let her know
I send regards sincere.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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