the moon trickles down casting light afar
her tasseled hair rippling on true hearts pressed
surrounding a cape of pure, coupled stars
while tender fingers hunger for her chest
oh, can there be a scene like this more blessed?
if life could pluck more days, let my age withdraw
come love, for we have boat rides more to row
and as sunrise prays with the mountaintop
lapping against mauve fog the prairies keep
just there, dawn sprinkles on each dewdrop
waking the snooze of morning from its sleep
how can a day hold glory half as deep?
and if breaths could clear ripples of life’s glow
come dream with me, for we have years to sow!