In the heat of a Midsummer Day,
I lay my weary head.
Amid a field of poppies,
Such a fiery shade of red.

At twilight of that Midsummer day,
I awoke with a start.
To see a Fairy Lord and His Fair Lady,
Perched above my heart.

As I gaze at them with awe and wonderment,
The Fairy Lord asks with sheer amusement,
"Silly Child, Have you not your own bed?"
When I find my voice, I finally reply,

"I meant no offense my Lord,
The day was so warm,
Mother Earth Looked so lush,
Though, I admit, I hadn't meant to sleep till dusk."

The Fairy Lord and His Fair Lady laughed with glee,
As the Lady Moon rose full and bright
I broke my evening fast as they sat with me,
And spoke late into the night.

When our time came to an end,
I placed a token of gratitude upon the land,
While the Fairy Lord and His Fair Lady,
Fluttered to the bend.

Just before they disappeared from sight,
The Fairy Lord called to me,
"Dear Child, though you are young, you practice of Old.
Come break your evening fast with us, another night."