Mingling intriging glances...as moonlight glosses opaque,
eclipse my desired embrace...Come away with me.

Of white horses..we shall go..as the music echoes
through the fog, flowing and free...while the mist roils.

Not to roam...come, I know where...with heaven's harp of
spirit song...forever to reside in sweet refrains of Avalon.

Mystic of enrichment from the beautiful faries of the spirit world
are for each and every one of us...beyond the looking glass,
Simply come away with me...accepting of spirit, pronounced.