Day slipped up stealthily on an unsuspecting night,
and silently striped off it's purple cloak.
Startled birds nested, fully rested,
sang out as they woke.
Misted meadows of green and flowered leas,
threw off their veils of fog and dew.
On soft bed where we sated our passions,
in a fashion only the gods of love once knew.
Awake by her side, awaiting the stirring of my dark eyed lover,
with love and compassion so fully upon my breast,
that I have had with none other.