Night Wedding

Hark! Hear the fairy bells!

the music made of merry chimes.

Come sit and linger with me long

to pass a night in merry times.

And look! The bridegroom, fine, is here,

all dressed in black and golden thread.

The music cascades down from high,

for us to hear as they are wed.

The heavens can't contain their gleam!

Bright rays of passion fall upon

our youthful eyes,

where wonder lies,

and dreams stir yearning ever on.

The lights! The skies!
The angel dance!

And everywhere is to be seen

a seraph in a joyous prance,

free with feeling wild and keen.

At last the bride arrives in grace;

a lovely, dainty dame to be.

The stellar glitter on her face

reflects a magic onto me.

The starlight glory on her face

is unmatched beauty laced with glee.

And as the sacred book is read,

a comet in the sky shines out;

the vows are said;

the pair is wed,

and no more is there any doubt:
Now never shall they be without.
Now never shall they be without.

[1994?]