My sweetest dear

My sweetest dear Whose eyes are my soul's elixir Five moons upon us As our dreams bend the stars That paddock full of wild flowers Now yields the softest grass My hands passing over those seeded heads As the wind sways them to you We meet there one day One day, any day , every day Finally that dream awoken Nervous hands with nervous eyes A remedy for our racing hearts Salves the skin that knows not touch As the same air saturates us We yield unto each other