On the Isle of Fay

Mesmerized, by the circular dancing sway Beauty has led my mind, a fancying stray My dreams are caught, in the warmth of May Standing amidst roundhouse’s of purple grey, while young keeper’s glances are by the way Entrancing me romantically, not to run but stay Feeling free, by inward uncontrollable urges, to say Oh, blessed ray will you dream with me, this day On the enchanted misty blue isle of the queen of fay, while you looked at me, time was held at bay but this was a fairy trick and I’m your prey Awakened, by the screams of the blue jay Now, I am setting in a fairy ring, on the brae Alone, old and feeble, no longer able to play