On The Wings Of Love

Mayfly, if ever an angel be it was you and me pirouetting in the air so free above a cobweb lea. If ever a child had azure blue wings as blue as a periwinkle sky, then sweet-tenderfoot swimming it must have been you and I. Down amongst the meadows where the green woods-wend down amongst the willows where the reeds draught an end. There I came a dancing roving like a bee with honeydew brown eyes by a river, like that river Spree. Soft as ephemeral moonlight you took wing with me oh, mayfly green and tender bright true angels once were we.