Preceding the dawn are hours from which some <br />Shrink, perhaps thinking of danger or fear. <br /> <br />But my love and I, with dark's challenge, come <br />Alive, we find starlight mystically clear, <br />As together we ride midnight breezes. <br />Feet astride clouds, we lightly sail the sky, <br />Halo the moon with gold, then descend, pleasing <br />Ourselves in some quiet lake, where, naked <br />We make love to the tune of a small rill <br />Which fills the air around with moon's sacred <br />Glowing white notes, whispering to us still <br />More clearly, in wet-tinkling water ways. <br /> <br />We then feel nearer to paradise, more <br />Than before. We honour the night, forsaking <br />Sun. - dusky-dark moonbeams thrill to the core <br />Our nightly reunions - - - Sated with love <br />We can exist, until next starlight above.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-dark-time/
