Meet me, lover, in the clearing near
The forest of the whispering pines
The tender grass will be our bed
Of pure gold
The stars our 10,000 candles
Moonlight will reveal our
Glistening bodies
As we are captured
By love’s eternal embrace
The river of the gods
Passes there
Kneeling, we cup its waters
In our hands
We give drink to each other
The water is magical
A spell cast upon our spirits
We dance the dance which
Only true love knows
As we lay sky clad
Bodies side by side
Eyes upon the heavens
Moonlight pours forth
From our lips
Upon which now
is uttered only the
wordlessness
Of eternal truth
c Deby White Jizi 2008
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