Chancing Upon The Enchantment Of Trance Poem by David Lacey

She calls you from beyond the stairwell,
Ringing the blue bells of springs beauty sprung.
Won is my heart, yet Love lay un-sung.

I amongst the Roses bloom
In velvet purple garments swoon.
Beneath the stars, beneath the moon
I alone still play the loon.

I amongst the Fey do dance
Chancing upon the enchantment of trance.
In circles we turn.
Burning our soles upon the floor.
Who could want for more?

I amongst the grass still grow
Upon the hill beneath a blanket snow.
Thank the goddess, let her know
I send regards sincere.