In the Glade by Caitlin Mansell Wind sighing, tree limbs swaying Listen and you will hear the song. Faint harp playing, the owl crying Of days that are now long gone. Moon riding high on a cloud tossed sea Shining silver in the glade below. Shadows dancing, moonlight playing On a dance done long ago. Hands touching,eyes catching Shining in the fey touched light.
Hearts racing, breath sighing Ancient love is afoot tonight.