Isle of dreams
She comes in visions dancing
where the old roads meet the new
Her gown of silks finest woven
drifts upon the melody of air
haunting to her sweet form
playing upon the minds soft drift
her erotic dance of life.
How well the moon glimmers within her eyes
she the constellation of paradise
weaves her whispered song of nightingale
Upon the winds vibrant breeze
she fills the nights array of dreams.
The flowers sway here to the chorus
of the enchanted realms of fairy lore
where maidens in ready play
dance the vibrant chill of the western winds
that sweeps upon the Isle of dreams.