The Dreamers

Kim A McKee©

The brush upon her cheek
Made her rise up from her sleep
Then her feet took a path never known
Where there down below
Sat the piper on a stone
And his tune
Was the same in her dream

Lost within the tones
She stood silent by the stone
Then cloudlike, behind him she neared
With her skirts lifted high
A milk white leg along each side
Upon his shoulder she laid
A thirsty ear

The arms she enwreathed
How they made the bellows breathe
Thru chanter and drone upon his knee
The dreaming brought her here
But her longing made it clear
That the music
He played set her free

When joyfully he played
Spirits often lingered near
Now he felt a heartbeat not his own
The scent of rose rinsed hair
How it swirled in the air
So he played
From the depths of his soul

All his senses were peaked
And the tune that she weaved
Made the pipes give way to the trance
Without looking he could see
The lover that would-be
And the two became one, in the dance

Then a brush upon his cheek
Made him rise up from his sleep
Like the flutter of a bird on the wing
The dreaming brought him here
But his longing made it clear
That the music
She gave set him free