Love's Secret Calling
( For Deena AKA "Blushing Blonde". An invitation to inspiration. )
Tickle my black brook
when foolish drinkers go
hide me in the sentinal green
secret my eyes by the bank
where I watch for you
and when you come
we will match our whispers
to the washed stones
holding hands in the envious fern
we will dress our forest
in echoes of cathedral-light
and sleep in the holy-turning of stars
Copyright © Robert Warlov | Year Posted 2016
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