Lover's Tryst Poem by Shirow Walker

Lover's Tryst



In deep shadows they longed to meet
Across barren fields and shallow streams
Through twisted oaks and cold risen stones
To a forgotten meeting place alone.

By faint light he would see her face
Its pale inflection lit by the moons gentle grace
In the shadows, from his lips, deep she would drink
Long pass the night's dying behind the horizon's brink.

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