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