Treasure Island

Paul Larmour

(12-02-63 / Northern Ireland)

lovers light


take my hand
and in this full moon light
climb the hill in this lovers light

and with each love light step
we'll gain its height
and gaze upon the moons delight

and there silhouetted by the moon
each a tear of love will cry
and take them from each others eye

and on a leaf from the ancient oak
place those two tears of moonstone blue
and bury deep under an irish yew

and when next the moon is full
go by that lovers orb above
and uncover those tears of love

if they have bonded in crystaline delight
this is meant of me and you
that our love is surely true

Submitted: Friday, February 18, 2011
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