Flecks of Gold and Amber Light

What happened to the nymphs of old

With firey hair and eyes of gold?

They ride away on unicorns bright

Trailing clouds of dust in amber light.

The quest is on for what I am told

A Golden Girl with a fleck of gold.

She lives by the crystal lakes

Rainbows with her breath she makes.

I find it is required of me

To make a pilgrimage to the sea

And find the sea horses with eyes of blue

To take me to chambers of greenish hue.

Once there I must discover

Ocean bottoms with a silver cover

On which amber pearls I shall find

In octangular shells of a peculiar kind.

I must string them with unicorn’s mane

Then find the black ones and do the same.

These will win her passion bright

But her love is what I have in sight.

Fairies say mortals have no chance

To catch her in love’s fatal trance

With passion I will win her first

Then with love I will quench her thirst.

 For passion only starts the flame

That has to be fed all the same

With food of life from a lover’s heart

To hers I will cast my fatal dart.

So I ride winged horses to the sea

To start my search so I may see

Flecks of gold and amber light

That make my quest for her so bright.

-Brian Smith, 1988