Solstice Dream

Vervain, trefoil, roses and rue,
under my pillow, I did place
and dreamed a happy dream of you;
of your beautiful, shining face.

We danced beneath the solstice sun;
two fairies loose on St John’s Eve.
Was that our true love just begun
or merely childish make-believe?

I felt the heat of your desire,
like standing close to a bonfire;
our hearts, two bright flames leaping higher
I dreamed our spirits turned to gold
but then I woke; alone and cold
with only dreams of you to hold.