Faviel, she is named
Garbed in the rainbows
Of moonlit spray
Attended by the flower sprites
Who wove their blooms
Into her hair—a fitting crown
As pure as the nymph herself.
Fair she is of visage and heart
For only good lives within her,
So gracious and tender…
No evil could ever breach
the brightness of that spirit
Light as the faerie she is
She dances through my dream
Gossamer wings
Dewdrops in her smiling eyes
Shimmering light
Moondust glinting
As she moves
To music only she can hear
Faviel, she is named
And you will know her
If you should chance upon her
Garbed in the rainbows
Of moonlit spray.
