The Sun Sprite and the Moonbeam Fairy

It was a balmy summer's eve,        The western sky ablaze; The sun sprites were all set to leave        Upon the glowing rays. The whispery dusk was falling soon,        The evening very nigh, When, quite before its time, the moon        Rose up in the purpling sky. One sun sprite lagged behind to see        The moon and its curious beams— It was a lovely vision he        Had only seen in dreams. Then, suddenly he saw a sight        That caused his breath to catch; For, on the moon's bright bridge of light        He saw his perfect match: A moonbeam fairy beautiful,        With silver wings and hair, That made the sun sprite dutiful        Fall straight in love with her. The moonbeam fairy gazed in turn,        Admiring his golden eyes, His skin that with dayfire burned,        Unseen in nightlit skies. Shyly, each uttered a greeting,        And soon they were deep in talk; Their hearts as one were beating        As they hand in hand did walk. And very soon the day was done,        The sun was going to bed— He had to catch the last ray of sun,        Or, sunless, he'd be dead. The sun sprite bid a fond goodbye        And swore he would return; The moonbeam fairy gave a sigh        and said, for him she'd yearn. A sun sprite cannot live in night        Nor moonbeam fay by day; Thus, only in the soft twilight        Together they may stay. The sprite a child was of the day,        The fairy of the night; But True Love always finds a way,        For such is True Love's might. Thus, every time you see the sky        By sun and moon both graced, Know, sprite and fairy are nearby        Enclasped in a warm embrace.

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©2004 Anniina Jokinen.
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