Come To Me My Love

Within the dusk as night descends across a field I hear a voice cry out from the gloom. OH, come to me my love. I carry on down the path where millions have trod before and into the gloom of the night time shadows falling. I hear again the voice. Oh, please hear, my pleads. Do come me my love. I looked across the field and shadows under the moonlight seem to dance to each other until they met in a sweet embrace. They then dance in the moonlight shadows until they were gone from view. Soon the night was filled laughter and the night songs of evening birds. The lovers had found each other and danced through to dawn. 27 April 2017