If Fishes Were Wishes

alone in forests of Avigna

hiding below tall red wood trees

she sits at Fairy Brook Pond

feeling the soft breath of a breeze

alone he rides into the mystic

charting his course by a star

young rover of musical talent

to his audiences near and far

she strips feeling sure secluded

no one dare to defy her wood

a splash then into the water

she swims like all fairies should

he rides an unfamiliar pathway

some how he just lost his way

til the tinkling clear mountain water

to him has something to say

the fishes that tickle her belly

offer her one wish you see

so she whispered of a daydream

in which true love was the key

on  shore he sees her refection

desire and love come to mind

dweet face, naked young body

and wings above her behind

turns she to the wayward minstrel

when sensing that someone is there

his smile makes her heart flutter

she shivers but not out of fear

he slowly removes all his clothing

no words need be spoken aloud

her smile has stolen his heartbeat

as he drops his cape like shroud

they kiss join in love’s communion

the sweet fairy and young minstrel boy

his love songs are now delivered

to this princess so lovingly coy…