• She walked through the faire
    Hair tangling with the breeze, scented golden
    with cakes and honey
    Eyes blue like the amulets that hung
    from the gypsy’s fingers, and grey
    like the summer sky above –
    She walked through the faire,
    like music in the forest,
    Gown white over silvery skin,
    as the snow on the winter brook,
    with fingertips dancing like music
    And feet that beat circles in the sand –
    She walked through the faire.