A Sonnet Of Sadness Poem by DM W

O in a wistful dream that stirred the leaves,
From shadows emerged an elfin figure,
And soft music seemed to float on the breeze!
Beside a silvery stream, it lingered
For a while, under a most magical moon.
It seemed quite young, but somehow strangely old.
As I watched it, across the flower-strewn
Bank, I sensed a deep melancholy grow.
Although summer's sweet fragrance filled the air,
I was struck by the absence of warm light.
I was made more aware of mortal cares,
By this solitary creature in the night.
Then something in the trees rustled loudly,
And it fled from my sight, oh so swiftly!