Storyteller

Aislinn the Bard

In the forest silver moonlight
Lit the branches like a flame
Drunk with spring's enchantment
Lightly down the path she came.
Her voice trilled like a nighting-bird
As she danced beneath the moon
I longed to join her madness
And feared I would–too soon. .

Oh, on and on
Through shadow and starlight till dawn
And though I'll not regret her
I swear I'll not forget her too soon.

Her face pale as moonlight
As I looked into her eyes
They were soft and gray as mist is
Upon the nighting sky.
Her fingers, pale and cool they were
And along my body played
In an ecstasy of dreaming
I loved her as we lay.

Oh, on and on
Until the night was gone
And though I'll not regret her
I swear I'll not forget her too soon.

In the forest silver moonlight
Lights the branches like a flame
I'll stand beneath their enchanted fire
Until she comes again.
I'll pine away for the beauty
Of her voice–her glowing ease
And her silver silken hair
That blows across me like a breeze.

Oh on and on
I'll wait until she comes
And though I'll not regret her
I swear I'll not forget her too soon.