The Bluebells

By the bluebells bloomed the water nymph

Singing her swansong

For lovers lost are often translated

Into high-tides yearlong.

She cradles the shimmering frothy waves

She teaches them to sing

But none notices her sapphire eyes

Weaving a blue-moon tinted dream.

By the bluebells bloomed the water nymph

Clad in azure hopes 

Of pirouetting bluejays in ivory cages 

And snow-clad mountain slopes.