The garden dance

Afro Celt Sound System: Release

While the face of the moon shone smiling light

Dark side hid mysteries no one could fight

The garden was prepared

But the boy was tired

He had held far too long the belief that he could catch a glimpse

Of the fabled garden dance

Though he fought

His eyes grew heavy

Then

Under the orange red hue licking flames of short stubbed candles struggled

To capture in perfect hue the gypsy girl fairies

Who moved much too fast

In pirouettes soft

To disturb even the most delicate of daffodils

Saffron swayed 

As the shadows lengthened

For Fairy  fun they began to play

In the sweeping steps of furious fast flamenco

Pressing contact closer and closer towards the sleeping boys eyes.

Til one, perhaps braver, perhaps more foolish, perhaps both

On accident?  On purpose? perhaps both

No mistake about that

Brushed her gossamer wing against the boys nose

His eyes charged flew open.  With his vision before him, he was almost overcome. 

Surprise backward scrambling

Sudden thump of contact against the wooden railing

Dancing flames extinguished

And while the other gypsy fairies hid

Save the one who had mistakenly awakened the boy stayed
A staggered pause lasting long enough

To hear the strange creature of a boy pass a whispered “Thank you”

Before smiling, she flew away

As the boy still rubbed his eyes
Trying to figure out what he had seen