Our Dark-Time.

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