An Invitation

Sweetest friend, I beg a moment of time 

And to you an invitation extend:

To a pleasant meadow next summertime
Shall we repair, daily care to suspend.

Ringed with green forest and cooling stream,
Pleasant diversions enjoyed by starlight,
Poetry composed to the moon and dream
Of ephemeral, seasonal delights.

Thence ’round Phoebus three-score years I’ll have danced,
But soon with the fae, the sprites and the sidhe
Will I stroll — a dream midsummer, perchance.
It is to this Bright World I summon thee.

So in a year and a day, save the date
And be most welcome to my birthday fete.