Spring Breeze

We come upon the flower meadows where the dead do lie The gentle roll of the ancient chalk with a cross stood by With the words of sea shale whispering through old beach trees I feel my lover’s happiness dances across my shoulders. He notices the colour of bullion blowing through my sun locked hair Then pulls it back with entwined fingers, my glistening lips revealed With a gentle caress of smiling eyes I welcome him in to my secret place And here I find my lover