The Sunbeam loved the Moonbeam,
And followed her low and high,
But the Moonbeam fled and hid her head,
She was so shy – so shy.
The Sunbeam wooed with passion;
Ah, he was a lover bold !
And his heart was afire with mad desire
For the Moonbeam pale and cold.
She fled like a dream before him,
Her hair was a shining sheen,
And oh, that Fate would annihilate
The space that lay between !
Just as the day lay panting
In the arms of the twilight dim,
The Sunbeam caught the one he sought
And drew her close to him.
But out of his warm arms, startled
And stirred by Love’s first shock,
She sprang afraid, like a trembling maid,
And hid in the niche of a rock.
And the Sunbeam followed and found her,
And led her to Love’s own feast;
And they were wed on that rocky bed,
And the dying day was there priest.
And lo! The beautiful Opal –
That rare and wondrous Gem –
Where the moon and the sun blend into one,
Is the child that was born to them.
flower68
I think this is really sweet.Like the Owl and the Pussycat.I wrote a version of it,but I meanthe real version.Old school tales.
CabrioletMan
Yes petal, you are so right, it is like the Owl & the Pussycat Thank You , Nick :-)
EarthGipsy
Which is which!??
CabrioletMan replied
Good Question, I feel the Owl would be the Sunbeam, as the pussycat is most definitely feline and therefore the Moonbeam. BUT the Owl would be better placed as a Moonbeam as it is nocturnal, use your imagination on this one.
Whatever they will all dance to moondance by V M as we all did a long time ago. Nick