Sailing Yon Silvered Seas
In fields thick with ambrosia
Honeysuckle scented air
I will kiss your weary eyes
Your face your lips your hair
The sun scented warmth of your lovliness
A fully baited trap
I will have you tell me everything
Your head upon my lap
As I smooth your brow my beloved
And comfort if I may your soul
When twilight softly falls on the land
We'll once more resume our stroll
In the stillness of the evening
Silently now we will walk
The only sound loves presence
Of which we need not talk
Then my eyes awake from this idealic shore
And ache for the very sight
Another day another world
Perhaps another night
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