In Faery it easy is
To be airborne overmuch,
Take Oberon, ruler of
the seldom seen magic realm.
Folk lore are his flights
on nights with moon boats
He sailed the cerulean sea
Seeking Love's fancy
And floating o'er the sea
He espied his own reflection,
But naught it proved to be
But another, of his perfection-
A troubadour of hopeful songs
That sought Love's fancy too
And gazing at the Elf King
He wooed his eyes of blue.
And knitting so a love knot
Tied one unto the other,
This Anchor secured for him
The tether of the Magicker.
With equal zeal they pulled until
The space between them was less
That in good measure by their will
Their lips met in a deep kiss
And ever since when told are tales
Of Oberon's high adventures
Always companioned is he now
By the Singer, his heart's new owner.
May 2010
