The Faerie and the Tailor
by Cary W. Tucker
We met in the woods by the pines and the willows,
Though she was a faerie at home in the forest,
And I was a tailor escaped from the city.
From above in the canopy branches, I heard
The aeolian whistle of gossamer wings
And the resonant echoes of magical song,
But I understood not a word of her lyrics
Throughout her descent on the melody rainbow
To gracefully land in the meadow before me.
Hearing only the rustle and creek of the oaks
And the beat of my rapidly vibrating heart
Which was calmed by her smile and comforting touch,
I mirrored the sway of her hands on my shoulders
And danced in embrace to the cadence of nature-
Our dialogue made through the language of movement.